The "WhatNot"

                                                    

                                     The "WhatNot"

 Hello there young Callum,                   'Twas passed on to my care,

    Great nephew, l'm told,                                    1991,      

 Enclosed in this package.                     And while it WAS painted, 

  Is something that's OLD.                       I stripped it - NOT fun.

  A fine piece of furniture,                       I cleaned and I sanded,   

  Eighteen hundred's made,                     Paint stripper, applied,     

  Been passed, generations,                   When I saw the outcome,  

  'Twas crafted, FINE grade.                   With 'joy tears' I cried. 

Grandad Ross' mother,                        Then coats of clear varnish       

 I oft' heard it said,                                    Applied to it all,   

At her grandma's homestead,             And your great grandmother, 

With dolls on it played,                        Thought I'd made 'fine call'.

Your great grandma's birth year       While pleased with the outcome, 

Was 1919,                                                  I do hope that you,

So from th'1800's                                 Good care of it, will take,

Is when 'twas first seen.                         Pass't on, in time, due. 

Now when she acquired it,                       So SIX generations,     

With plants, she, there placed,             {Thus far, at LEAST that,}  

Which I helped to care for,                      Has been in the family,   

When'n our home, they graced.                Now, in your habitat.    

                                                                 (uncle Colin Ross)                                                                  .