My submission for the weekly Writers’ Hub Challenge. Pick one to three pictures and write a story about them.
My dining room windows are large and let in a great deal of light into our home. I love to sit near these windows and watch the going-on’s in the streets below. I have learned so much about my little village from watching people go about their daily activites. One window looks out onto Main street and the other window looks out on Oak Street, the side street that interesects with Main street. (We live on the corner).
Mr. Thomas, the Baker and his wife always open their bakery at 8:00 am in the morning when they put a sign in the front window that says, “Fresh Donuts.” I watch people come and go from the bakery holding a fresh donut in one hand and a hot cup of steaming coffee in the other. Once the breakfast rush is over, Mr. Thomas and his wife stand out in front of their bakery with their arms around each other and enjoy the fresh air. I can tell they are still very much in love although they have probably been married forty years or more.
One day as I was watching out the window, I saw a man walking down the sidewalk carrying a huge backpack on his back. There were a lot of other items that were attached to it. I took this picture of him. The load was so large I didn’t know how any one person was strong enough to carry it. But he didn’t seem to be having a problem with it. Although, he did almost run into Mrs. Thomas, the bakers wife, as Mr. Davis, the owner of the Cigar Shop was looking on.
My sister, Molly, is a mid-wife. One evening when it was raining cats and dogs, Agnes Shoeman called and told her it was time for her baby to be born and Molly needed to get there as quickly as possible. This is the picture I took of Molly as she ran to her house.
Much of the money that Molly made doing mid wifery work, she saved for more than five years to take us both to Europe for a vacation. It was such a wonderful vacation that we both enjoyed very much. This picture was taken by Molly as we were at the edge of a small Switzerland village. (I don’t remember the name of it). That man in the picture?…..That’s me!