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Monday, March 7, 2011

SOUP WITH MY GRANDFATHER





Odd but sometimes certain things conjure up so many past memories. Yesterday it was snowy and cold. And as I looked out my steamy kitchen window my thoughts went back to when I was sitting at my grandparent’s metal kitchen table with my grandfather. He and I were eating hot beef noodle soup and I remember him handing me crackers. I was all of four years old and yet, to this day I can distinctly envision every detail of that lunch.

I adored him and he adored me: You could sense the love between us. And perhaps that is why I took in everything that my mind could hold. That specific time was special for although I ate lunch with him every day until I was five, it was one of those moments when all was right with the world.

Those are the type of memories that we hold dear to our hearts forever—when we have shared love with a grandparent and felt safe and secure. Any time I fix beef noodle soup and take a whiff of the aroma, I am instantly transported back in time to that lunch with my grandfather. And what a great memory it still is of that snowy cold day, the steamy windows, soup with him and love. Nothing grandiose and yet it was one of the best times of my life.



Sherry Hill

2 comments:

  1. So, it oftens turns out -- our most dear reminiscenses involve quiet, everyday moments, and not the times of tinsel, parties, and banquets. Things like sitting at the lunch table with a dear friend or relative and eating a simple soup are among our most cherished memories.

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  2. You are so right! It is the simple pleasures that we remember and not the glitzy ones.

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