Breakfast Table and Tray
A few years ago I went to India with the daughter that we had adopted from there nearly twenty years ago. She and I spent a month together over there meeting the biological side of her family. Her bio prents were gone but she had three brothers and countless aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins. For a while we stayed with the family of her sister in law who happened to live in a house next to a woodworking business where I spent a good deal of my time. Of course the owner didn’t speak English and I didn’t speak Tamil but we both spoke wood and that’s all that mattered. His shop was an open air garage with three to four employees working non-stop. There was a table ...
