Tale Of A Country Home




An old man was mixing cement with sand, gravel, and water. He had thin and white hair, sun-kissed brown and tanned skin sparking with sweat, and a tall but thin stature.

He had worked hard for almost 2 hours now, virtually on his own. His son had offered help, only to give up too soon.

The old man was in his 80s, and his son was in his early 50s.

The son admired the father, wondering where he had found the strength, the stamina, and the endurance to work so hard and meticulous.

The old man took a break, puffing his cigarette and enjoying a mug of thick coffee from his understanding wife.

The son decided to give another try, only to get tired and fatigue faster.

The old man smiled, “Son, this work is not for you.”

The son smiled back ruefully, rather embarrassed.

The son was a teacher for more than 20 years; his father was a laborer for a very long time.

They were extending the house, making an extra room for the grandson who had planned to get married in a month time.

The grandson returned from work; he too joined in to help.

There were much laughter, fun, and closeness among the 3 generations of people; they could accept, understand and embrace one another, giving much joy, satisfaction and honor to the extended family.

Soon there would come the fourth generation… It would be fun.

From a distance you could hear them, laughing heartily......

1 comments:

  Zezebel

July 29, 2010 at 1:01 AM

Hi cikgu.
I work in a school to.
Its so nice to know that your family have a strong family value. Its hard to find family like that nowadays.