Dinner time!

I grew up in a really small town. The main road was tar and chip, not much traffic and we rode our bikes everywhere we went. Our parents didn’t need to be very worried, everyone knew everyone and they always knew we were at someone’s house or at the local store.

There is one thing that sticks in my mind though. Right in our front yard on a white post was a dinner bell. My Dad was known to ring it for no reason and my Mom would ring it to let us know it was dinner time. So when I saw Ronnie bring one home I was very excited. He cleaned it up, painted it and found an old cedar post. Then it was on his list to put up. Yesterday was the day!