Welcoming Guests with Cross-stitched signs
My good friend Bud faithfully reads my blogs. He emailed me recently to say that my poem entitled “Peddling Posies at the Pennsy Pavilion” had triggered his memory about a message that his mother cross-stitched and had framed and displayed in their guest bedroom. It was signed with her name and dated 1938.
“GUESTS …we warn you every night
We must dine by candlelight.
Table cloths that are worn…
Sheets and pillows tattered, torn.
And we are blessed with little boys
Whose chief delight is making noise.
WELCOME…but we press the point,
Things ain’t poifect in this joint”.
Isn’t that wonderful? Thanks, Bud.
Of course it conjures up all sorts of images of framed samplers that I have seen over the years. There is the ubiquitous “Home Sweet Home” and any number of witty, religious or sacrilegious sayings.
But my favorite message, along these lines, is one that I saw posted on the living room wall of my friend Denise’s retreat in Fancy Gap, Virginia. It is very simple and only two lines...but as far as welcoming guests, I think it says it all.
BED and BREAKFAST.
You make both.