The Incredible EGG (carton)

White Eggs in Carton
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It’s morning and the grandkids are hungry. After going over what’s in the cupboard for the umpteenth time, we all decide on scrambled eggs. I take out the frying pan and whipping bowl, go to the refrigerator to retrieve the eggs, and for the I-don’t-know-how-manyith time, marvel not at the incredible, edible egg, but at the incredible, functional perfection of the egg carton.

Much has been written and discussed about the chicken and the egg. Many beginning art students struggle with the challenge of putting the egg on paper, but have you ever wondered why we have never heard anything about the person responsible for inventing the perfect storage cradle for this delectable, delicate orb?

Due to the eggstrordinary, age in which we live, I have the eggsceptional ability of locating answers to every hair brained question or random thought in eggsactly 2 minutes. Being no eggspert, but eggspecting to find eggsactly what I need, I google “egg carton” so that if, like me, you’ve been wondering how the egg carton came into being, I can eggsplain.

A pretty savvy newspaper editor named Joseph Coyle is said to have come up with the humble carton or “egg box” as it was called back in 1911, to solve a dispute between a local farmer and a hotel owner (names eggscape us here). Seems the hotel owner complained about the number of broken eggs that the farmer delivered. Baskets were the means for carting eggs back then. Coyle’s design provided safer transport and fewer egg fatalities, but cartons, as we know them, did not become the common tote until the 1950’s.

Personally, I am quite grateful to old Joseph Coyle. Because of him, I am spared the yucky task of having to clean up great quantities of broken shell, yolk and slimy, sticky, clear goop. I break my fair share of eggs after I take them out of their safe little nests.

I hope that Coyle got a patent for his eggceptional discovery and made lots of eggstra cash. He probably just got a little peace and quiet from his feuding friends and his eggsasperated neighbors.


For those craft junkies out there – 10 Smart Uses For Egg Cartons (

Her K I S S

Yesterday, I was reminded of an acronym  (KISS) Keep It Simple Stupid, and was pierced by the challenge.

I received such a lingering “kiss” as the life of a 93-year-old woman was celebrated on Saturday by her family and friends.  A woman who passed on and away.  She passed on her stories from her momma and her mamma’s momma.  She passed away with her son by her side and her cat curled up at her feet.

She played the piano with a keen ear and loving hands.  The same ear that heard the unspoken desires of her family and the hands that moved to fulfill them.

Her marked up bible was given to her grandson and her faith, like her music was given to those who had ears to hear.

I recall that in her son’s home, there is a little book with the words to the song, “Simple Gifts“.  I  hear the unspoken wisdom of his mother in the lyrics and the melody.

Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free’

Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,

And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gain’d

To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,

To turn, turn will be our delight,

Till by turning, turning we come ’round right.

How long is “NOT LONG”

MLK (January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968)

Tell your children and your children’s children about a man, a movement and the legacy they enjoy as a result.  Help them imagine a time when black people and white people operated under a different set of rules and were not allowed to live, work, or play together.  If they are confused, angry or saddened, tell them anyway.  Tell them about the time you remember before the Reverend, Dr Martin Luther King jr.

Truth crushed to earth will rise again“, he said. And some tried to crush the message by striking fear into the hearts of the messengers, taking away their jobs, making it more difficult for them to vote, threatening, beating and imprisoning them, burning crosses in their yards and murdering them.  But the truth kept popping out all over the country; on buses, and in drug stores, on bridges and at water fountains, at voter registration centers, in schools,  and on the determined faces of proud, peaceful protesters.

You reap what you sow“, he said. And some scattered seeds of hope among us.  Hope for a better country,  “a promised land where all men would be judged, not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character”.  The method they would use would be one of non-violence.  They would commit to forgiveness over revenge and would be tested in this over and over.

No lie can live forever“, he said.  And the lie that there is one type of people  inherently superior to another and deserving of preference in all things is a lie that has been circulating and believed for centuries in every tribe and nation.  Can that lie ever be extinguished?

The Arc of the moral Universe is long but it is bent toward justice“, he said.  And Martin Luther King, Jr. pointed us beyond the United States, beyond our world and out into the universe for an explanation of ultimate truth that inherently we all believe; that right will triumph over wrong and that love is stronger than hate.

Who we are as Americans is shaped by the hearts of our people.  Martin Luther King Jr. and his band of brothers and sisters represent the very best of who we are and who we have the possibility of becoming. They took a mirror of reality and had the courage to hold it up in front of our faces and caused an entire nation to take a long look at its’ reflection; an image so loathsome, that collectively and individually, a decision had to be made.  Do we try to fix the ugly blemishes, repair some of the damage,  allow for major reconstructive surgery, or smash the mirror?

Somehow black Americans were able to hold on, like a woman in childbirth, believing in the promise to come.  Was he offering hope to the many exhausted and bloody from labor or a declaration of premonition about his short time with us?

How long? Not long,

How long?………Not long,

How long?………………..Not long,

he said.