The Nine Pecans

Published: Thursday, May 15, 2014 at 09:27 AM.

A little brown paper bag sits on the top of a tall bookcase in my office. The top of the bag is rolled over and it looks just the way it did when I carried it out of the hardware store in Roanoke, Alabama.


I recently opened it, wanting to count the contents.  My mother was a school teacher and a missionary, my Daddy was a Navy sailor and had a way with a deck of cards - I’m a mathematician.  I count things. 


There were nine pecans in the bag. 


I don’t remember the last time I opened it.

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