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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Mom's Kitchen ~ Still Feels Like Home

Got a call from my brother Dave. He is bringing his grandson DJ to visit Dad. Three generations of Davids, meeting at Grandpas (Dads).

I decided to make some Snickerdoodles, as they are dad's favorite. He usually doesn't have them because of his diabetes, just for special occasions, and not too many (occasionally he sneaks one, lol).

Isn't This Mixer So Cool And Different
 
First of all, I could only make a half batch as I had one egg. But, I started. Then I noticed mom's white mixer, the white counter, and some white flowers (left-overs from a little bouquet, I can't stand to throw them away till the last flower fades). And it struck me, I had left here 40 years ago, but this is still home.

Voila! Snickerdoodles On Mother's Violet China
 
So I took some pictures and wrote this post. I'm really missing my mom today. So much of her is still present in the shadows of this kitchen.

The Card My Brother Bought My Father

Love you Mom!

Blessings,
Theresa @ Cottage Violets

7 comments:

Jujube said...

Love seeing your mom's kitchen again...lots of happy memories.

Jujube said...

Loved seeing your mom's kitchen again...lots of happy memories.

Christine said...

How nice to have a place that is special and full of memories of your lovely mother.

Jill Novak said...

Such a sweet memoir. I marvel at this line"So much of her is still present in the shadows of this kitchen." Wishing you much comfort as you think of your dear mother.

Jill Novak said...

Such a sweet memoir. I marvel at this line"So much of her is still present in the shadows of this kitchen." Wishing you much comfort as you think of your dear mother.

Theresa said...

Thanks all, I spent many blessed hours in mom's kitchen. Mostly peeling potato's, lol.... I never had her flair for cooking, but I am a decent baker. What I miss most are our non-stop conversations.

Collece Wilcox said...

You are so blessed to have had such a lovely mother! Embrace the memories and embrace the tears that those memories bring. They are priceless.