“Mom, I would like a chocolate Cars (as in Lightening McQueen Cars) sandwich for lunch tomorrow.”
That’s how tonight’s lunch production started. Son A makes a request. Son B affirms request. Mom eagerly fulfills request.
Tonight, though, as I spread the thick, creamy brown Nutella onto the whole wheat slices, I became somewhat nostalgic. Not sure if it was the reference to homemade lunches earlier in the day, or taking a quick glimpse of my grandmother’s handwritten pierogie recipe, framed and hung from a kitchen wall… but, something triggered my thinking and took me back to my grandmother’s kitchen.
My Pap ate a tomato and mayo sandwich almost every day. Freshly brewed coffee with a splash of cream and a spoon to stir. White bread that had to be fresh and unsliced.
He’d sit down at the metal brimmed kitchen table. Newspaper, sandwich, and coffee in hand. Barely a word was spoken, except for the occasional, “Honey, help yourself.”
Bite of sandwich, slurp of coffee, turn of the paper page. The methodical rhythm of his actions could put a baby to sleep.
Routines from a War vet and memories from a granddaughter. Funny how a chocolate Cars lunch could bring that all back.
Memories. I too often wonder why I am remembering.
Your post reminds me it is the love from one generation to the next that keeps all our memories alive!
LikeLike
You just put me in my grandparents’ kitchen with that metal-brimmed kitchen table. For my grandpa, it was jam on toast. What a great memory! Thanks!
LikeLike
We had a kitchen table like that, with the metal around the edge. I would love to have it now. It wasn’t so big, although big enough to fit our large family. Thanks for triggering that memory for me.
LikeLike
I love those descriptions as well as your thread tying your memories to the present day. This is beautifully written and I enjoyed every bit of it!
LikeLike
I hear you about how memories get triggered. I saw some fresh baked kaiser rolls recently and I had to buy red peppers to make pepper and egg sandwiches like my father loved to eat. (he used green peppers, I prefer the red)
LikeLike