my small dinner party went very well. I added homemade butternut squash to the menu, and as my guests had never had it before it was a great success. A delicious, creamy rich soup, just right for autumn weather...not that we have the kind of autumn weather I grew up with, where the winds blow cold and the leaves scatter to the ground, leaving the trees unclothed and shuddering and waiting for their mantle of snow to warm them. Chill Blaines on the backs of my skinny legs, which hurt like you wouldnt believe, unless you have experienced them for yourself! Scarves and mittens that wrap around you, supposed to keep you warm, but of course still leave you shivering. Ahhhh...those fond, fond memories...! I do have some good memories of my childhood, but the weather isnt one of them. I had an Auntie Loseby...not a relative, but a lady who took care of me during the school holidays. I would go and stay at her house, which was two bus rides from home, on the other side of the city. Auntie Loseby had a son, Tony, and a daughter in law, Tonys wife, Sheena, and they were all very kind to me. Auntie Loseby would let me help make the mash to feed the chickens, and we would often sit together at the piano, where she would play hymns and teach me the words and music, and we would sing together. She was very fond of cooking, and on Sundays, at lunch, we would all sit to the table, something new for me, and she made the best Yorkshire puddings, in a cake tin, and every time I saw it my eyes would pop open in awe! Tea time was the best...a real tea time with cakes and sandwiches and jelly. It was a ritual...we would all sit at the table, and then Auntie Loseby would say to Tony, where are the lemon curd tarts. Tony would shake his head and wonder where they could be, whilst I, sitting with my head down, very shy and never saying a word unless I was directly spoken to, would start to giggle, knowing that Uncle Tony had the tarts hidden on his lap all the time. Eventually he would bring out the tarts, feinting amazement that he hadnt noticed them before. It was a ritual, and each Sunday, and every holiday, we would all play the game. Those times I spent with my Auntie Loseby and her family were another world to me, a world where children were loved and given attention, and made to feel special. Now those are the good memories of my childhood, and like all good memories, I treasure them. When Samantha was born, I made a vow to myself that I would give her the best memories to keep, and now that we have Rhys we intend to fill his present and his future with the best memories possible...and we have such fun doing it. I learned, through my own good memories of my childhood, thanks to all those who showed that they treasured me, to make sure that my daughter and grandson never have to wonder if they are loved and cared for. My daughter has no doubts that she is well loved by me, and she is giving that gift to her son. If you dont tell the people you love that they are special to you and that you love them, if you dont tell them often enough, then they will always wonder and be unsure. They will never know how truly wonderful they are....if you dont show it...by words and by deeds...they dont know it. Tell those you love...tell them every day...how much you love and treasure them.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 20:21:11 +0000
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