Today we went out to play (oh what a perfect day it is today- no jackets, hot!!). Daphne was exploring, as she does, and got some sap on her fingers. She immediately wanted to go in the house and get clean (she's a little compulsive about dirt).
We made a beeline for the house and began the cleaning process. The dirt came off quickly, but we had to get the butter out for the sap.
Every time I get butter out to clean sap from skin (which, truth be told, is not often), I think of Grandpa.
We were all out playing hide and seek in the yard, and I had gone to hide in the yews and junipers amongst the large lava rocks on the west side of the driveway. I grabbed a branch, and got some sap on my hands. As I made my way to the house, I passed Grandpa; who asked what I was doing.
I told him I was going to wash my hands. They were sticky with sap. As he was on his way to some project in the yard, he simply instructed me that the best thing would be butter.
So I went into the house and washed my hands with soap (Butter? Was his kidding?). It appeared to come off- he must have been joking. I reached for the towel and realized as I dried my hands, that they were still sticky.
I searched for the butter, opening the bread drawer (that I can still smell to this day) and others, until I came upon the desired item. I rubbed in just a bit of it, washed my hands again, and was relieved of my stickiness!
Thanks Grandpa! You made a little girl's life a bit happier today.
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I did not know that butter got off sap! But when you said that you opened up the bread drawer, I could smell it! :) Just like I can smell the cookie jar when it is opened. There is something about Grandpa's house!
I can still smell my Grandpa Ware's house and him. Every so often I will smell something and it stops me and I say to myself . . . "That's it." Smells are very powerful for me.
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