Memory and Shifters

Jack brought me this lovely vintage shifter with a little black wooden knob on the handle. I remember this shifter well my any childhood a common one in the 60s and 70s or maybe it was the 50s.

My memory is like a shifter, gently swaying, sometimes turbulent, going back and forth, round and round. It brings me such a peace and satisfaction this simple kitchen tool.

A fine tool for also extracting goodies from the river, such as rubies and crystals that are in abundance around here. Oooo and not to mention gold in a certain nearby river.

It almost, just almost makes me want to venture on down and start treasure hunting. Just almost. This time of the year too many snakes are out, and snakes I do not relish meeting up with at that.