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Tuesday's Thoughtby Mary May Larmoyeux
I was heading to the Post Office on Saturday when a sign with hand-printed letters caught my attention: FREE Lemonade−Donations Welcome.
A little boy and girl sat by the stand. Their hopeful grins said, "Please, please stop."
After passing a few more driveways, I turned the car around and headed back towards the children. While I parked the car, big brother was already pouring me a drink and little sis sat nearby.
"I' d like some of that free lemonade," I said, waving a dollar bill in my hand. "And here's a donation."
A big smile crossed the boy's face, "Nine dollars," he shouted to a woman I assume was his mom, "We've already got $9!"
I gulped down the lemonade and headed back to the Post Office−it would close in ten minutes.
I smiled to myself. It seemed like yesterday when I was the mom watching a little boy selling lemonade. And that little boy now has children of his own.
So much has changed in today's world of technology with e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, and i-pods.
But so much is still the same−strangers stopping to support young entrepreneurs ... wanting to encourage another generation. Remembering another time ... another place ... another little boy or girl.
He is able,
Mary
Mary May Larmoyeux
www.marymaywrites.com
http://grandconnection.blogspot.com
author of Help for Busy Moms: Purposeful Living to Simplify Life
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4 comments:
Thanks for the memory, Mary. My "little girl" tried to sell her "pet rocks."
Thanks for sharing, Karen! Reminds me of when some little kids were standing on the corner selling "stuf" (rocks, marbles, etc.). I think I bought a rock. :)
- Mary
Your story reminded me of our first attempt to earn money. Our “Sunshine Club” was broke. My sisters, a cousin and two friends (all actresses) produced and directed a “play” to earn money. We dressed in Mama’s furs and lace from her big steamer trunk, hung sheets for curtains and used blue (Christmas) stage lights. After two weeks’ practice we invited 8 neighborhood boys. Before the end of the first act, the boys ate all the intermission refreshments, got in a scuffle and tore down the stage curtain.
The “play” cost us $2.75 and a cleanup job. The boys were expelled from the Sunshine Club ...until the next meeting. We needed their monthly dues.
Ahhh, sweet memories. Blessings, Rita
What a fun memory, Rita! - Mary
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