My Brothers Hammer...
Submitted by grannygee on May 19th, 2014 –
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Today, I needed a hammer. I went to 'my tool drawer', took a hammer out... laid it on the countertop.
I closed the drawer back... stood there, remembering where I got the hammer. It's stainless steel, and on one side has the initial 'E'... on the other side, initial 'N'.
It's a homemade hammer, and it was given to me with love... years ago. I've always treasured the stainless steel hammer. I used to have a stainless steel flower that I also, treasured. Both hammer, flower were made by the same person.
That same person made a stainless steel grill that I always admired. He made it for his step-father, our mother. It was a wonderful grill.
The hammer, and flower were in the housefire where we lost all in it. I found the hammer... but, the flower never was found. I treasured this hammer even more.
I used the hammer, put it straight back up... so, it can never become lost. Why? Because it is my brother's hammer... he gave it to me.