Is there anything specific that evokes a wonderful memory or memories for you?
For me, its a cheap flour sifter.
When I was a little girl, for the first 4.5 glorious years of my life, I was the only child, the only niece, and the only grandchild. On all sides of the family. Holla!
My parents worked, so I spent a lot of time being cared for by my gramma (my mom's mama) and my auntie (my mom's sista), who still lived at home at the time.
I have such wonderful memories of the time I spent at my gramma's house and it makes me sad to think that perhaps, now that my papa is gone, she may move out of the house.
But I digress.
I spent a lot of time baking with her. One of my jobs was to sift the flour. A very important job, you know.
Another important task that she taught me early on was how to iron. She had me ironing tablecloths, napkins, handkerchiefs (her pretty embroidered flowery ones and my papa's plain white ones), and sheets. Come to think of it, I am not sure if my gramma was anal retentive or trying to keep me busy.
Their house was always a place that brought me instant comfort. I loved spending the night there. I loved all the attention that was bestowed on me. Me me me (that's right, baby). I am so appreciative of that time I got to spend. And I am so grateful that my kids got to meet their great-grandparents (Aidan, especially, establishing a special bond with my papa) and that both my grandmas are around for them to this day.
I hope that someday, my kids look back and have some fond memories, too. Not just memories of electronic crap. You know?