A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

the old well house.

My late husband, Arthur, had built them during the hot summer of 1991, using a hand saw and three-inch galvanized nails that never rusted.

I remembered how he had stood back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looking at the straight lines of the wood.

“These will outlast both of us, Martha,” he had said.

He was right continue reading …