i came across this passage the other day while reading to my kids. i admit, this has not been my attitude over the years. i can't help thinking that it would make my life more enjoyable if i were to adopt this mode of thinking, to view such incidents not as scars in my home but as monuments of imaginative thinking and memories of an enriching childhood.
The Office was their pride and joy, and what it lacked in tidiness it more than made up for in color and comfort and broken-down luxuries such as the couch and the piano. Also it was full of landmarks. Any Melendy child could have told you that the long scars on the linoleum had been made by Rush trying out a new pair of skates on Christmas afternoon, 1939; or that the spider-shaped hole in the east window had been accomplished by Oliver throwing the Milk of Magnesia bottle; or that the spark holes in the hearth rug had occurred when Mona tossed a bunch of Chinese firecrackers into the fire just for fun. Melendy history was written everywhere. {The Saturdays pg. 6}
