Not long ago we were busy cleaning off the top ledge above our cupboards. (Well to be honest I should say my husband was cleaning up there because I am short and he is tall).
At any rate, I said, “Please hand me that mug/cup thing up there so we can toss it because it’s broken.”
As he handed it to me he remarked, “We should keep it because it’s a Montana one.” (He is very sentimental and it made no difference to him that the handle was broken clean off).
“Oh brother” I quipped. “Let’s just toss it; you’re so sentimental I had to throw away your mother’s old makeup bag three times because you kept pulling it out of the garbage!”
Then I changed my mind thinking- On second thought I’m going to keep this broken thing and write an article about it.
I turned that old cup/mug thing around and around (and about cried while doing so).
I grew up in Whitefish and on that Mountain, “Big Mountain” and spent many a day with my folks as a youngster at Glacier National Park.
Then it dawned on me-I was that carefree person riding the bike on the mug and my sister and I rode our bikes around GNP as kids. And I cross-country skied up on Big Mountain until my cheeks glowed rosy red.
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Those were the best days.
Now the tourists are here by the millions (literally) and the lines to get anywhere (whether it be to get on a ski lift or into Glacier National Park) are insanity.
Joni Mitchell said it best, “You don’t know whatchu got till it’s gone.”
I guess I will keep that broken chipped up mug after all. It would be cute with a little plant in it some hair ties or some pennies.
I loved the last sentence especially.