Saturday, January 03, 2009
The poem by Christopher Morley was featured on the Reflection Thread today. It bought back so many childhood memories and the memories of my children, grandchildren, and the Great Grandchild that I am now making memories with. I do hope that I live long enough for her to remember me.
It bought to mind how important it is for us to make good memories for our children. So many of the memories we make as children are so destructive. We end up having to deal with many problems as adults because of them. Over eating being one of them. We turn to food for comfort. I am mindful today to steer away from those comfort foods unless I can make them with less calories. The foods that we ate in the winter months were always fattening.
Drinking that hot chocolate and eating animal cookies were indeed comforting when doing it in front of a roaring fire after coming home in the snow from school ~ that is one of my memories. The fire was the only one in the house and the only warm place to be. As all the family members came home from work however, they would stand in front of the fire to get warm and shut out the heat from the rest of the room. My memories of winter were always being cold ~ to the 'marrow of my bones' as my dear Mother would say. I loved soup because it warmed me up. Hot chocolate and hot tea because my little hands around the cup could feel the heat to warm them. I loved it when I went out with my Father and he would lift me up and down at the Bus stop to keep me warm and sometimes twirl me around. I hated to get up in the morning because the feather bed with all the blankets and covers was keeping me so warm ~ the hot water bottle that had been placed in the bed the night before was still barely warm and would be kicked down to the bottom of the bed. I would gather all my clothes and run for the stairs to get dressed in front of the fire. By the time I got up for school everyone had left the house except Mother. So many layers and layers of clothes had to be put on. By the time the heavy wool coat, hat and boots were on and I was walking out the door pulling on my mittens I could hardly walk.
Those are all faint memories now for I have not seen snow in decades. I have lived in Florida since the fifties. We had through the years a couple of flurries of snow in our town that did not even lay on the ground - but caused enough excitement for my children and I to run around in. What fun we had on those early mornings. We drank hot chocolate and were in a gas heated home so were very comfortable. No hot water bottles were needed! I thank God every day for being warm and remember those that are not in my prayers.