I am really … really difficult to buy a gift for … I mean “pain in the
ass difficult” … I am fussy and point specific on things I like … I do like handmade
cards from my grandchildren and flowers …
My eldest daughter has tried over the years to give me gifts from the
grand to the random … to no success… yes I am that bitchy about gifts … well to
be honest most gifts reflect the gift giver more than the person to whom they
are bestowed upon … hence there is a massive amount of “re-gifting” on items
you do not like, by everyone…
Except there is one gift this daughter gave to me years ago that will always
stand out as the most valued gift every given to me … I have had it for years
and I treasure it … this gift hangs on the front door where I live ..
First I need to speak to you about “hobo art” … hobo art was used by “Hobo’s”…
people who have no home, traveling from place to place looking for food to eat …
Mostly especially during the great depression …
One year for my birthday, my daughter gave me a “piece of Hobo art” with
a description of what it meant …below is a photo of the gift
This symbol… The Hobo’s would etch on the door the above symbol meaning “a kind lady lives here”, during
the great depression, who gave them shelter and food to eat … the symbolism of
this gift floored me..
It made me think, “wow” my daughter thinks this of me... I could ask for
no higher grace in life, than a child who thinks this way about me … to see her
mother as being … kind, charitable, merciful to the poor, the hungry and
homeless … I do not want to be remembered as successful in the world, but of success
of soul … that is grace …
So much do I honor and appreciate this simple gift given to me, by my daughter
… it is a symbol I would like on my tombstone one day …
The sign of a Hobo … "here rests a kind lady” …
