the peach crate legacy

Quite a few years ago,

Sweeties' Grandma Ruth

wanted me to have

her peach crate.

Not just any peach crate, mind you.

But a peach crate that her sweetie - Frank,

had worked his magic on.

Grandpa Frank knew that his Ruth needed a way

to carry her baked goods

to the events she was "fixin' for"

(fixin' for also known as catering).

And when Grandma Ruth did catering,

well, she did it up right.

Home-made everything. 

And an abundance of everything. 

Including pies - lots of pies.

Hence,

the 'peach-crate carrier',

magic added by her Sweetie.

He took an old peach crate, added a couple of bent pipe handles,

turned it on end, added some removable shelves and a slide out door.

Ingenious!

Now, at the time

that she wanted to pass on her peach crate,

this made me sad.

In my mind, that meant that she knew

she was no longer able or wanted to

make all of those baked goods to take along.  

But she told me,

that, well,

she knew no one else in the family 

would have a use for the peach crate.

Who else besides herself and me

would have the need to

fill up the peach crate to take anywhere? 

I told her that I would surely use it

as it was intended,

and I would cherish the legacy

(this was said with tears in my eyes and throat).

Cherish the peach crate legacy with use.

Cherish the peach crate legacy with lots of baked goods.

Lots of pies - all homemade.

So, in remembrance

of Grandma Ruth (1913-2008)

for all the pies she made and carried 

and Grandpa Frank (1912-2010)

for all the magic he put into making her a carrier...

I present:

the peach-crate legacy

in all it's glory - filled bottom to top:

Be truthful here.

How many people do you know

that would have the need

to carry nine pies

all at one time?

Thanks, Grandma Ruth and Grandpa Frank -

thanks for the legacy.

It's a happy/sad!