A Memorable Corner
I became very familiar with that place. Unfortunately it was not my favorite spot. Far too many minutes were spent sitting on a chair facing that hutch. It was where I was sent when I needed to think about my unruly actions. There was quite a bit of pouting and contemplation that went on in that corner. I was certain that Mom was wrong. Naturally she was not.
By the time my baby brother was old enough for that particular punishment the area was but a faded memory. The dining room had been remodeled into a large kitchen and cupboards covered the corner. How fortunate for him!
Well that has been over fifty years ago and many moons have come and gone. There may be no hutch in my dining room but there is a corner spot. The chair faces outward but it can easily be turned about. There are just times when one might need to sit and pout.
Thanks for visiting my memorable corner.