
My daughter and her friend Ella were given a unique opportunity. As three year olds they helped lay a piece of history--a sidewalk marker from 1897 that ancestors of ours laid. Ancestors of my family were concrete layers. Sidewalks throughout the city were designated with this marker below.

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Now, the rest of the story.....
Now, the rest of the story.....
What I held off telling you for a few weeks was this part of the story. Our friend, Mr. Wilson, did not realize that the cement was fresh when he walked into the back door and came out the front to join us. The footsteps below were caused by his first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth steps!!! Wow. The bad news was that he got his dress shoes dirty. The good news?! The men were still there pouring cement and were able to fix it, although they were not too happy with Mr. Wilson. There's a lesson here...is it 1. Always look before you step; 2. Once you've taken the first step, keep going; 3. Put up a WET CEMENT sign; or 4. When pouring cement, don't invite Mr. Wilson..... :)-


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