As a child my dad would scoop me up in his his arms and throw me into the air before catching me. I learned that scary can sometimes be fun and that in the end he was always there with a safe place to land. Whether it was helping a teenager with a flat tire on the side of the road or newlyweds wanting to move back home to save money for their own house, dad was always there, he was the safe place where we were always welcome.
Some time around 9 years old my dad and I had a serious talk. He made it clear that he never wanted to hear of me starting a fight or picking on someone. Hitting someone in anger wasn’t how we did things. However, he made it very clear that if someone was picking on my little brother that all bets were off. He was fiercely proud of his family and I learned from him that we safeguard and protect them.
If we were having coffee right now
my favorite mug
… I would tell you about my dad and about the insidious nature of dementia (and Alzheimers). The Dr.Jekyll / Mr. Hyde transformation from sweet man to uncooperative toddler within minutes and the strain on my mother in wrangling him and everything else.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d tell you that we’re going to a High School Football game to watch my nephew play in the band. He may look exactly like my brother but his interests and talents are less jock and more nerd. I love this kid so much. He’s growing up so fast!
If we were having coffee right now… We would have to talk about the lunatics in the Republican party. Sure I usually disagree with most of their party platform but this year, lord, this year it’s just nuts. With a self-aggrandizing delusional reality TV star as the front runner?! I don’t have to agree with all American’s to at least see where they are coming from, but seriously… Trump? This is well beyond race baiting and being sick of politicians. This is scary.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d tell you I’m about two weeks away from a family vacation. My parents just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary so what better time to get everyone together for a week in a confined space? It should be interesting.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d tell you about my cousin’s suicide and how strangely and deeply it upset my brother and how I hope to re-connect with him on our trip. How worried I am for him.
If we were having coffee right now… I’d thank you for having coffee with me with all this crazy shit going on in my life and for offering a sympathetic ear. My friends are really the best.
Today’s challenge for Blogging 101 is to blog from a prompt. Mine was “Bittersweet Memories” and the prompt was to talk about a gift I received that made me nostalgic and why.
My most treasured gift came from my aunt Shelley. It was a wedding gift. My aunt sent me a keepsake recipe book, filled with old pictures and copies of the index cards my grandmother kept her recipes on. I keep it with all of my other cherished family memories, the recipes copied onto my own index cards or copied so the book stays pristine. There were so many wonderful family pictures, interspersed with some of our family’s favorite recipes. Grandma Jean’s ‘to die for’ dinner rolls and her amazing Swiss steak and including homemade chili sauce. This cookbook had them all. One day I’ll even make her homemade pickles (even though I’m not a pickle fan).