I’m only a little bit ashamed to post twice today. It is the last day of the year, I was off all day, I’m spoiling myself by spending some extra time writing, and this one really can’t wait.
As 2012 fast fades away, I ask you, What small happinesses did you enjoy this past year? The laughter of a child, a meal shared with a long lost friend, a walk at sunset with your sweetheart and your trusty hound, a rainy evening curled up by the fire with a good book and your cat? The beauty of an early spring daffodil, the return of the swallows, the wonder of electricity (after a power outage!), a job to get up and go to in the morning?
I just found a book written in 1906 (that is something, isn’t it. Written 106 years ago!) by Ezra Meeker, one of the thousands who came to the Oregon Territory by covered wagon, over 150 years ago. On page 24 of his book, Ox Team or the Old Oregon Trail, Meeker muses on the “luxury, yes, that’s the word, a real luxury” of having butter and buttermilk while on his journey. He and his wife brought along a cow and they enjoyed the benefit of that choice.
He goes on to say, “I will never, so long as I live, forget that short-cake and corn bread, the pudding, and pumpkin pies (pumpkin pies along the Oregon Trail? I had no idea there were Shari’s Restaurants back then) and above all the buttermilk. The reader who may smile at this may well recall the fact that it is the small things that make up the happiness of life.” (Italics supplied, obviously, by me!)
Smart man, that Ezra Meeker. And now, here are my wishes for a year of daily small happinesses for you and yours!