The "Wooden Bowl"

Recently, several posts have implied setting examples for children. I got the following a few months ago and thought it would be appropriate for posting at this time.

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now .

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon and onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. " We must do something about Grandfather" said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.” So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.

There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he had dropped a fork or spilled his food. The four-year old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child curiously, “What are you making?” Sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mamma to eat your food in when I grow up” The four-year old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.That evening, the husband took Grandfather’s
hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family. And, for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, when milk was spilled, or when the tablecloth was soiled.

Positive note, I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that no matter what happens or how bad it seems today, life goes on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you will miss them when they are gone from your life. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he / she handles three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and a late friend. I’ve learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt in both hands. You need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did…

Mark

[This message has been edited by Marco (edited 30 August 2005).]

Well I would think that Grandpa ought to be glad that they took him in instead of putting him in some nursing home. But with that said, this story has to take place in some third world country, because I don’t know of anyone who eats from wooden bowls anymore. So I would think they ought to encourage their son’s craftmanship with the knife and let him carve all the wooden bowls he wants. And then either sell them on the local economy or to tourists.

i was thinking the father should have taken the wood and the knife from the kid, carved a paddle, and beat the little ungrateful brats butt with it.

I remember this story. I read it when I was in elementary school (30 years ago). I can’t quite remember the ending though, I think the son realizes how bad he has been treating his father and changes his ways.


“If it was easy anybody could do it”
Timothy S. Furey Sr.

Ftroop7 is right if I remember right, this is a lesson for all people as to how they treat there elders!
For ye shall be one some day!

Wyo-blizzard

[This message has been edited by Byron Zuehlsdorff (edited 30 August 2005).]

Ya know, I didn’t really envision so many possible endings and morals. Love the D. Micus solution.

Mark
PS: Well so much for the “serious” intent of the post. And all the time I thought I’d have y’all with lumps in yer throats and tears in yer eyes. Oh well.

I’d rather be in Wyoming!

[This message has been edited by Marco (edited 30 August 2005).]

Marco:

Having a father that his hands shake so bad that he makes a mess when eating. I look at it a little different. My father and the fathers of most of the people on this board would never be set in a corner to eat by himself.

While dad still takes care of himself and lives in his own home, one day he will not be able to. I realize this and have discussed this with him. There will be no nursing home unless he needs 24 hour a day care. This is my wife and my wishes. My sons both have said that dad will live with them before he goes someplace else.

The man that taught me to fish has not finished teaching me, and neither have my grand kids or my kids. I will not waste his years by not sharing every moment with him I can. The good, the not so good and the bad.

Thanks for the post. It never hurts to remember parents.

Harold

If you want mush, tears and lumpy throats post this stuff over on Opra. She is the queen mush and fluff.

If y’all go back to the original post, it NOW has an ending.

Mark


I’d rather be in Wyoming!

And a very good ending at that…

Thank you Marco

Steve

My dad died when I was 15. I’m 49 now. I would gladly clean up his mess if he were still here.

Rusty <><

My dad had a strokee when I was 15 near my 16th bday. I did clean up after him for about a year between work H school and Mom working. I was a busy kid but he was my father and fishin partner.It was my job and my responsability. (sp)

Perhaps I missed something but I’m a bit surprised at some of the responses above.

My dad lives alone. He does have an aide who gets him out of bed in the morning, makes him breakfast,lunch,and a sandwich for dinner.
Then comes back to put him to bed at night.

I spent the day with him yesterday as I often do. I cut his toenails. I helped him to the pot I wiped his bum.
When he needed it, I helped him with his bib. I wiped his face. And I placed his martini in his hand at cocktail time. Five O’clock sharp.

Sometimes I take dad fishing. There is a handicaped area at a fly fishing only section of a local river.
While dad can’t fish, we still have fun eating our lunch there, watching the trout rise, and critiquing others fishing styles(you can fish alot better when the rod is in someone elses hand ).

Except for fly fishing, dad and I never had much in common, but it is very painful to see him like this.
I hope you all can treat your parents and other elders(like JC) with the respect they deserve.
Maybe someone in the future will do the same for you.

AnglerDave & Micus: Yes, it’s a mushy story, but a lot of morality tales are. It IS posted in the ‘Sound Off’ section, so if you think it is a waste of space ignore it. Referring to the young lad in the story, I don’t see where he is labeled ‘ungrateful’. Now I wonder if when that young boy is taking care of his father if he won’t do two things: feed him from a wooden bowl in the corner AND beat him with a paddle when he makes a spill. Sorry, you have just been removed from my ‘Got to fish with these guys someday’ list.

Greg

Right you are. I normally do try and ignore such drivel, but like others, from time to time, fall into the trap and not only read them, but weaken and have to reply.

As far as it being posted in Sound Off, I went back and read what is and what isn’t to be posted. No where can I see that fluff and mush is prohibited. So I guess this stuff is okay.

Thank you for removing me from your list of guys you would like to fish with. With the current price of gas and the majority of this countries resources being spent abroad, I find it very doubtful if we could ever get together. Removing my name will be one less thing I’ll have to worry about.

Greg, i just get so tired of those stories that make the rounds on the internet…yea, the poster has a right to post it, but i also have the right to reply. Anyway, I’m a curmudgeon and I would suggest that everyone cross me off their list of people to fish with…

Dave

Can I still keep you on my list of people to get drunk with?

if you do the buyin’

A curmudgeon ? maybe - but a curmudgeon with a sense of humor.

they’re the worst kind!