You placed me visually....near my Grandmother Lillian...You described her...but more importantly you took me to childhood places where simplicity...aromas...and joy came in abundance...especially in fried apple pies, corn bread, home churned butter, and in my Granny...You once again remind your readers that treasures....real TREASURES...come from those you love....those that love us🥧
Grandmother Lillian... I love thinking that in the infinite beyond, it's possible that all these amazing women who came before are laughing together during a giant, heavenly pot luck supper! :)
Well, I do have a few things - a pair of tin snips from my late dad (who was a sheet metal worker), a couple of artist’s brushes from my grandfather (a sign painter at one time), and a couple of sock darner eggs, some needle cases and a gold thimble (from my grandmother). Knowing that you are holding the very things in your hand that they held provides quite a feeling of connectedness. My late father-in-law gave me a jewelry box that he made. I think because he appreciated my interest in building things too. ❤️
I have my Dad's fork, tines slightly askew when used for other things unbeknownst to him. Reminds me of weekend breakfasts when he would give my mom some quiet time in the morning and make us pancakes and waffles and "Grampa Joe " eggs filled leftover mysterious things from the frig. She would decline to partake of these culinary experiments! Lovely and poignant memories! Thanks!
How special that your dad gave your mom morning quiet time, and in so doing, gave you lasting memories. I swear, I can still hear the swick-swick-swick of the fork in the bowl. Thanks for commenting, Susan.
Tom Norris--reminds me of my mother. Thanks
Oh, Tom. That makes me smile. :) Thanks for that warm-fuzzy moment.
You placed me visually....near my Grandmother Lillian...You described her...but more importantly you took me to childhood places where simplicity...aromas...and joy came in abundance...especially in fried apple pies, corn bread, home churned butter, and in my Granny...You once again remind your readers that treasures....real TREASURES...come from those you love....those that love us🥧
Grandmother Lillian... I love thinking that in the infinite beyond, it's possible that all these amazing women who came before are laughing together during a giant, heavenly pot luck supper! :)
THIS is a weekly nugget of goodness. Love the flow of feeling and its deliverer. Yummy poem, E. Toast to Nancy.
Thanks, Courtney. Sometimes poetry needs to happen, even though it's not my usual genre. I appreciate the affirmation. Have a great week.
What a sweet reminder of your mom. ❤️
I have to know what makes the list of your practical treasure(s), Janet? We so often align...
Well, I do have a few things - a pair of tin snips from my late dad (who was a sheet metal worker), a couple of artist’s brushes from my grandfather (a sign painter at one time), and a couple of sock darner eggs, some needle cases and a gold thimble (from my grandmother). Knowing that you are holding the very things in your hand that they held provides quite a feeling of connectedness. My late father-in-law gave me a jewelry box that he made. I think because he appreciated my interest in building things too. ❤️
I have my Dad's fork, tines slightly askew when used for other things unbeknownst to him. Reminds me of weekend breakfasts when he would give my mom some quiet time in the morning and make us pancakes and waffles and "Grampa Joe " eggs filled leftover mysterious things from the frig. She would decline to partake of these culinary experiments! Lovely and poignant memories! Thanks!
How special that your dad gave your mom morning quiet time, and in so doing, gave you lasting memories. I swear, I can still hear the swick-swick-swick of the fork in the bowl. Thanks for commenting, Susan.
Wonderful memories. I always feel my grandmother's spirit when I use her rolling pin.
And, I'd bet the pies taste that much better because of the love rolling over that dough! Thanks, Kathy. Appreciate the comment.