I Can’t Hear You

I can't hear you

I’m that girl!  You know the girl who says she going to do something that doesn’t seem possible and then  the next thing you know she doing it. Before I decided to be that type of person I knew another girl like … Continue reading

Just us two

Graduating from Beauty School in the 50's

My mother from the  the 50’s

As Passover and Easter come along  I am thinking about family traditions. If you just ask me do I have any family traditions I would say no but after thinking about it realize that I do. My family celebration have usually been small affairs, very small and have consisted of my mother and myself for years; and usually   consisted of me lounging around and her cooking up a storm, 5 or six dishes at least. She would pop up every once and a while and ask me to do something really simple like make a salad or drain the vegetables. After she passed away, almost 7 years ago, it was just me and my son. For he first few years after she passed, I invited myself to different friends celebrations wanting a lot of people and activity for my son. As I went to different people’s houses I missed what the holidays were to me turkey, my mother’s 5 cheese mac and cheese and candied sweet potatoes,  which almost no body liked. The first Thanksgiving we stayed home and I cooked her usual menu, it just felt right. I went back to her table with those dishes. Since then we usually stay home and I cook and ask my son to do this and that. Just like it used to be. My friends are usually shocked that I am at home “by myself” during the holidays with just my son. What they don’t know is that I have my mother with me with each bite of food.

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He looks a little grumpy in the picture. I am happy enough for the both of us