Memories

A few things of my Mom’s are being sent this way, for arrival early next week. Nearly ten years ago Mom boxed up her Lenox china, bone-colored with two plain platinum rings on the outside of the dinner plates. I had always loved them and my siblings didn’t want them as they don’t regularly entertain.

I think there are four cut crystal wine glasses left, plus a few sherry or apertif matching crystal. A couple of works of art, one more a placard that brings me home, and the other a pen and ink of an upstate NY barn.

It is with hope that my sisters entrusted her recipes to me for a while, to perhaps put forth a family memory book in a few months’ time. My brother took the loose photos of Mom years ago, tossed in a box in her garage, and that will take him several months to scan to CD’s for each of us. So we each have a job to do.

There was a fantastic photo of Alison and I down by the creek, perhaps age 7-8, or 8-9, respectively. Our brother will scan that for us. There are so many memories. In a drawer I also have a creekside photo near where we grew up, from the editor of the local paper in 1982. I’ll take photos when I can and post them. Especially the vintage Revere Ware potato masher! Hope that’s included! I’m tracking the packages and they’re in TX but probably not here until next week. Jim’s birthday is the 23rd and we have an event that evening. Everything else depends upon him being better soon. I’m doing OK and am just a bit tired.

Today I made bacon and eggs and English muffins for breakfast. Blueberry jam for Jim. Fresh broccoli-cheese soup for lunch with fresh-made sesame roll (made by our bakery). Dinner is loaded baked potatoes, sliced tomatoes with balsamic vinegar and olive oil, salt and pepper. Also one ribeye steak that will be sliced and he’ll eat 3/4 of it. I rub it with garlic, brush it with olive oil and add salt and pepper and grill it, rest it and we’re good to go.

The emotional aspect of Mom’s stuff will hit next week. Dad’s already working on next month so at least some of us can get together. Christmas just didn’t work with flights et al.

You’d better take those cookies out of the oven now, they’re in danger of burning and your kids have had enough raw dough this afternoon after school. Happy holidays! Dee