A delicate touch…

This is a quickie – I just needed to share this photo taken on Sunday.

I already facebooked it but thought I should hurl it in here too in case you don’t follow me there...

My uncle celebrated his 60th birthday by the river near our house. It was beautiful for many reasons – the heavy rain yesterday had washed the smoke from the sky leaving it FINALLY blue again. My aunt had worked herself into the ground to make the little part of the bush as gorgeous as possible. And lots of friends and family had gathered to simultaneously celebrate and rib my uncle (in that traditional Aussie manner).

As we all took part in a quiz to see who knew the most about this much-loved family member, I saw this sight:

My father trying to write with one of those small pencils (like they have in casinos for Keno).  Crazy funny.  He didn’t really see what was so ticking us, of course. Actually I don’t think he could see what the heck he was writing either.

Think he might be due for a manicure soon?




6 Responses to “A delicate touch…”

  1. What tickles me is that teeny tiny pen in those great big fingers…and still his writing is neat and legible. Those hands can make any tool work, can’t they?
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  2. I love shots of hands! Especially strong, interesting ones like these.

  3. I’m glad you shared this here since I don’t do FB. Amazing how much character can be found in such a simple photo.
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  4. I’ll bet he earned those stripes, and the fingernails. Your photo tells quite a story of hard work and tender care. Still funny to see the combination of big tough hand and itty bitty pencil.
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  5. I love hands that tell a story and, boy, do your dad’s tell a story. That little bitty pencil does look funny, though. I think the questionnaire is a great idea.

    For my parents 60th anniversary my mom’s health didn’t really allow for a party like we usually did for special times so we made up a questionnaire and enclosed it in the anniversary announcement with return envelopes and we got incredible responses that we put in an album for them. Daddy would often sit and read a few at a time to mom until she passed 2 1/2 years later and he continued to read occasionally until he passed two years after mom. Great memories for not only mom and dad but for all us kids, too.

    Sounds like you all had a great get-together.

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  6. Sara Storer sings a wonderful song about hands – they tell us so much.
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