The Legend of the Rolling Pin

I’ve shared a lot about the heritage of my family in the past few days, now I’d like to share one more thing… The following is a poem written for Ruth and Clifford Pence by their daughter Rita Lou. I don’t think I need to give you much of a background here, I think Rita Lou says it all…enjoy.


Mother and Dad Married in 1929 on a beautiful summer’s day…and embarked on a journey filled with love that would never fade away.

Money was scarce, and times were hard,  though everyone wished them well…Their only wedding gift was a rolling pin which has its own story to tell.

Mother spoke often of the rolling pin that she treasured for 65 years…she used it thousands of times, you see through times of laughter, joy, heartache and tears.

Rolling out dough may seem a bit dull but she perfected it to an art…Her biscuits and pie dough were rolled out just right, then baked with love from my Mother’s heart.

We would brag about those biscuits and pies, pride showed in her loving face…She would fly about that kitchen serving her feasts and she did it with style and grace.

The rolling pin became a true legend as she rolled out dough galore…her baked goods brought raves from family and friends who returned for seconds and more.

I’d hear her singing as she rolled out the dough “Whisper a prayer in the morning, whisper a prayer at noon, whisper a prayer in the evening, it will keep your heart in tune.”

she whispered those prayers daily through the years and they kept her heart in tune…so her spirit remained strong as her body grew frail and she had to leave us all too soon.

Now I’m left alone with the old rolling pin that has come to mean so much…I’ve learned the secret to success, it had my Mother’s loving touch.

I proudly display Mother’s rolling pin, it is a priceless treasure…I’ve found that my finest gifts in life, Money could never measure.

Written by Rita Lou Spriggs, the daughter of Ruth & Clifford Pence

Tags: , , , , ,

4 Comments on “The Legend of the Rolling Pin”

  1. Patricia Cruzan March 21, 2010 at 3:23 pm #

    Thanks for sharing the stories on your blog. I enjoyed the two I read, especially the one about the rolling pin.

  2. Sunny March 21, 2010 at 3:42 pm #

    What a lovely memory. I was truly transported to yesteryear. You know me, I’m a softie for memoirs. Hope you continue with these precious family portraits, all done in beautiful words

  3. Pat Cerro March 21, 2010 at 4:43 pm #

    It was a lovely poem and from the heart.

    I never attained the knack of rolling out dough and making anything but pies. I made all sorts of pies in my much younger days. My husband’s aunt from Rhode Island taught me how. But, once I went to work full time, I found less and less time for the simple pleasures of making and enjoying homemade pies. Those were the good old days. I found myself saying that expression a lot over the years. My pies for the family were either from the bakery or food store bought.


  4. Diane Fryar March 22, 2010 at 7:59 am #

    What a wonderful tribute to a loving mother!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: