Hope everyone had a marvelous holiday and that Santa left everything that you desired under your tree.
This Christmas season my family celebrated as usual with a get together at Mom's house. Mom and dad are getting a bit frail, finally bending to the laws of all things....going the way of the flesh. Memories are fading, changing, becoming erratic We know it, we expect it, we accept it but we don't have to like it.
I used to think, growing up, that my Grandparents were indestructible, when you are lucky enough to have them around for over forty years of your own life, they seem that way.
I wouldn't trade my memories of my grandparents for anything. I have been blessed with a good memory, to the point that I can close my eyes and remember the conversation, where I was standing or sitting...one memory in particular is so strong....almost as strong as the coffee he gave me. One morning at my grandparents I got up earlier than usual...Papoo was busy in the kitchen, making breakfast...cooking eggs, bacon. I must of been all of eleven years old....they had a small kitchen table against one little wall. I sat at one end facing the back door, Papoo placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of me and said 'it's about time for you to learn how to drink it. it's good for you.
well, I felt so grown up at that point. He had me stir in two teaspoons of sugar, he went and got the glass milk bottle, remember the ones with the cream that rose to the top? He poured a little bit of the heavy cream into my cup, turning the coffee into a lovely caramel color. He placed two pieces of heavily buttered toast on a plate in front of me..telling me this was the best way to eat it. Tearing it in half and dunking part of it into the hot coffee...oh, my...what a taste. Ever since, even now when I make a strong cup of coffee - it evokes such memories.
Memory is a funny thing.
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That sounds like it would be good. I might try it. I usually don't drink coffee unless I have someone to drink it with me. We had a nice Christmas. I was worn out the night before. LOL I have lots of memories of my grandmother but very few from my grandfather. Almost all are good. :)
Happy New year Sandi!
Love, Lahoma
ps- i love the fairy graphic!
Yes, it is that... a funny thing. Thanks for sharing your memory... it was lovely... and reminds me of my own cherished ones...
be well,
Dawn
Memories are wonderful things and to sit and recall them so vividly as you do it is a bonus ~ We had a lovely Christmas and New Year ~ and I hope you Have a wonderful New Year full of Joy and Happiness ~ Ally
Hello,
I had my Grandma in my life (My Mother's Mom) until I was 37. I loved her so much. She always called me "Suga". And I was also lucky enough to have my own Mother for 41 years of my life. Miss her so much......
Glad you had such a wonderful holdiay with your family. Ous was nice this year too. New memories
Huggers,
Gayla
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