Under the Apple Tree: remembering stories of a little girl and her adventures
There once was a little girl who lived in a far country. She loved to play pretend. She was the only little girl in her family. She had no brothers nor sisters. She had lots of cousins, but they were boys. And the boy cousins were much older than she; too old to play dolls under the dining room table when all the adults were talking about important stuff. So the little girl was content with her dolls and animals and the little sandwich she snatched off the table.
“Ok, Dollie, you stay here and keep guard and I’ll be right back” the little girl put her sandwich on Dollie’s lap and peeked out from under the table..all clear.. She thought she heard Grandfather go out the kitchen door and that meant only one thing .. the workshop!
She quickly slipped out of the house to follow Grandfather. “Wait for me,” she called “what are you doing?”
Grandfather slowed his walking and held the door open for his favorite granddaughter. “I’m just putting away some of these empty bottles. We might be able to use them later.” But the little girl wasn’t really listening…she had already begun asking more questions about all those tiny drawers. She skipped over to the dresser and opened the first drawer she could reach. ever so carefully, she slid it open just enough to look inside.
“Nails, hmm..long ones, short ones, teeny tiny ones,” she announced as she picked them up one by one.
“But Grandfather, why do you have so many?” It seemed curious to the little girl that Grandfather would have such a workshop because he was a baker.
The next drawer had little strips of papers. Some of the papers had numbers in rows, some had tiny flowers painted on them, some had numbers and names.
“why do you have all these little papers, Grandfather?
“What is this envelope?
“Can I have one to give to Dollie?”
Grandfather smiled and took the little envelope to have a better look, “these are flower seeds for the garden. You can have this one.” he said handing it back to the little girl.
“What kind of flowers?” She asked.
Triumphant of found treasure, the little girl put the envelope in her pocket to show Dollie and taking Grandfather’s hand they walked back to the house.
Quickly she scurried back under the table and was about to tell Dollie about her treasure, when…
“Nora, where are you now? Are you getting your dress dirty? Nora?” uh oh…Mommy was calling .. “time to go. Come out from under the table.”
And out she came, for Nora was a good little girl and always tried to obey her Mommy and Papi. With Dollie, her flower envelope, and the last bite of her sandwich, Nora waved goodbye to her aunts and uncles.
“I know, Dollie, we’ll start planning what to do with the pretty envelope that Grandfather gave us when we get home.”
— to be continued
So there it is. The beginning of many stories. What did you think? I would love your feedback. I need a title for this story. The name of collection is Under the Apple Tree.
I leave you with this:
Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me. –Matthew 18:4-5
May the LORD bless you and keep you in his lovingkindness,
Until next time,
Cristina aka Granny