The Thin Dime-This is mother's (Harriet E. Adair) dream

Written by her daughter Florence Frank

Adair, Harriet E 1886-PictureShe was old, and often I called in to talk with her for a while and sometimes I would stay to give her daughter a chance to go out for the evening. 

I was young, full of life and vigor, and in looking at her, it was difficult to visualize that I could ever be like that. Her hands lay idly in her lap, the skin like old parchment wrinkled with the veins standing out in dark inky lines across the back. You could see the jerky movement as she raised them to wipe her dull watery eyes with her handkerchief.

Did I ever tell you my dream about the thin dime? She ask in her quavering voice. "No, you haven't grandma," I answered. "It seemed that Jeddie, my husband, and I were going on a journey," she began. "and we were riding on a street car. I could not tell just where we were going, but at last we got off the car, and started to walk until finally we came to a stone wall. There was no opening in the wall and I could not get over, but Jeddie finally got his toe into a crevice and soon scrambled to the top.

He turned to me Florence, and said "You'd better go on back. I don't think you can make it. I'll go on alone." I watched him go on up the hill on the other side of the wall and could see him plainly as he turned and waved his hand good bye; then he was gone.

I looked in my purse to see if I had car-fare to take me back home. My coin purse was empty! Old Worn DimeWhat was I to do! I emptied all the contents of the bag out upon the ground, searching frantically among them, but could find no money. "Then with desperation, I felt once more back inside the bag. Down in one corner, I found a thin dime, almost worn smooth with use! I hastily crammed the things back into my purse and boarded the next car to come back home--alone. You see, that dream was almost prophetic--Jeddie has gone on, but I am still here."

She raised the shaking hands once again to wipe away a tear. She seemed so frail, so lonely--that I wondered, looking at her, if the journey back home alone, had to her, been worth even a thin dime. 


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