This past week I have been thinking lots of my Grandma Billie.
Sitting in my neighbor’s backyard chatting with her the other day was bliss as the memories washed over me.
The metal patio chairs, the flowers, the dogs, and the bitter sweet smell of black coffee that was drank all day long.
Last week at the grocery store a jar of dried meat caught my eye.
My grandmother had a whole set of these jars that we used as glasses.
Although I had no clue they were jars from meat she used to make us Shit on a Shingle.
I would trace my fingers along the rim of the glass, feeling those raised stars under my finger tips.
I found myself doing the same thing with it yesterday while I drank my tea from that glass. Its now my favorite.
Today is her birthday. My birthday is next week. We would always celebrate our birthdays by going to Higbee’s & getting me some new summer clothes and going to Woolworth’s for their Strawberry Shortcakes that were Fresh! and For a Limited Time Only! according to the banners in the mall.
I remember the yellowish lighting inside the cafe. The plastic seats that my little short clad legs stuck to. I remember feeling so special that she took me out all by myself.
I am not sure what today holds, but I will be sure to stop and smell the roses, as they were her favorite.