One morning, after over 10 years of return visits, I learned about how one of our favorite returnees ended up divorcing her first husband.
It turns out her husband loved huckleberry pie. So, as a devoted wife, she would bake him a huckleberry pie every so often just confirm that she loved him. Then one day she found a huckleberry pie in her freezer that was not her pie! When confronted, her husband claimed he knew nothing of the pie in the freezer nor who had baked the pie.
Not long afterward, she found a second mystery huckleberry pie in the freezer. By that time the handwriting for the marriage was written on the wall, or in this case, in the freezer, so they divorced. (As it turned out, she admitted to not only walking out, but before leaving taking the second pie and turning it upside down in the freezer). She later found out that the mysterious huckleberry pie maker was a woman 20 years younger, whom her husband married after their divorce. Then he divorced again and married a third time to an even younger woman. However, “None of them could bake huckleberry pie worth a darn”, she said.
I really don’t know what lesson to take away from this little story, but I found it interesting. I like huckleberry pie, a lot, but I don’t ask my wife to make it for me nor do I ask her to iron my shirts, because she won’t!
I do, as does Ruth, recognize that everyone who comes through our door as a guest is a unique person, who has their own story. It’s that uniqueness, that one-of-a kind value, we attach to our guests that helps to us see everyday and every guest as fresh and new. It’s this view that has made it possible for us to have operated Reflections Inn for 18 years – and still look forward to many more years to come.