Once upon a time oh so long ago when I was a teenager, or maybe a little before that, sometimes, but rarely, I would make a mistake. (Remember, I said rarely). If Dad was around he would usually tell me “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure”. I always wondered what the heck he meant by that. What is a pound of cure? But what did it matter? Sheesh…old folks! This was before my college years when I got broody and thoughful, when we all read the works of great philosophers and sat around and pondered the meaning of what they said, the meaning of life, the meaning of meaning, you know how it goes. I never thought to bring up to my friends to ponder on the meaning of “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure”. Either Dad wasn't around to remind me much anymore or I quit making mistakes. I don't remember.
Fast forward. I grew a little older, had kids of my own, they started growing up, they started making mistakes every once in a while and I found myself uttering to them “if only you had planned ahead”. They would just sneer at me. Easy for me to say after the fact. But I continued to use those words on all three of them so much so that they hate to hear those words even today. Ask them. One day as I uttered “plan ahead” a revelation came to me… (I don't know how those things happen…they just do). I was telling my kids the same thing as my dad had been telling me - only I must be a more straightforward and “tell it like it is” kind of person than my Dad. Yet we were so much alike in our words of “wisdom” to our kids. Funny how that goes and a how a stitch in time could save nine.
By the way, the scale is compliments of my husband's grandfather, William Petersen (1895-1939). I believe it was used in the bakery he owned.
Great post and nice shot