“Grandma! Look at all the benches!” Little Sally shouted in excitement, jumping up and down, pulling at her grandmother’s dress.
“Why are they all in one row? Why are there so many? Why….”
“Sally, calm down my dear! Stop asking all those questions. I’ll to tell you why they are here. They are very special to me!” Grandma sat down on the first bench and told Sally to come and sit next to her.
“You know my dear girl, 30 years ago whales would visit our bay. Many people waited on the shore to see them. Grandpa and I were watching all these people milling around one day. ‘Benches’ Grandpa thought. He proudly made each one of them by hand. The council put a little plaque with his name and date on it. Look at the middle one!” Sally ran off. “If Grandpa could only be here once more to see his grandchild and the benches!”