fresh new post! Get it while it's hot! Served ready! For some reason or another, I'm craving a fresh doughnut(donut) and coffee. Sounds really delightful, with it being 430 in the morning and all!
Makes me think of when I was younger.:-)
There was(still is actually and they installed a drive-thru last year, probably in hopes of competing with Dunkin Donuts down the road)a bakery called Sue's. When I would bike riding with my mom, in which I would either be in the middle or back of the bicycle riding, my little sister in the middle, we would ride past this bakery. Sometimes and I do mean on a rare occasion, we would stop in!
When you stepped in, the aroma of donuts and sweets was destined to hit your palette even without it physically being your mouth. I would salivate, eating everything with my eyes, especially anything cream/creme-filled. Mmmm...:-)With that said, I got the coffee habit from my grandma. A few times, I would ask her if I could have a sip of her coffee. I loved the taste and then as soon as she saw that, she went back into the cabinet and grabbed my own cup. She placed it before me and said, "Don't tell your mother!":-p She poured the bittersweet goodness into a cup, added alot of milk and sugar. It was love at first sip.
So now, you can see what I mean, through these associations, the cravings I have for these foods...especially at 430 in the morning. I miss my grandma(my maternal grandma), but still have a pretty visual memory of her. Sadly, she died in 1990, so it's been over 17 years. I was nearly 9 years old at time.
The strange bit that I lucidly recalled is the week prior to her death. My mom had come to collect us(my sis and I) from a night over, I was making my way out the backdoor and down the steps, my mom was still on the other end of the house in the front. Since it was a bullet-style house, it was easy enough to see up to the front.
I stood there for a short time by myself at the back. I looked at the front and felt a weird sensation come over me. I knew, without words, that that would be the last time I would see my grandma alive.Freaky as it turned out, the following Saturday we got the call...
I was sitting in my parents bedroom when the phone rang. I answered, it was my uncle Dennis. I asked him how he was, he said alright and then asked to talk to my mom. As soon as I handed my mom said, "Hello?" And then the gasp I will always remember was produced out of my mother. She shot up in bed and that's when my mom and dad rushed over to my grandmas house.
Apparently, she had died in her sleep as my aunt tried to wake her in the morning. My grandpa, her husband had died just about a year prior, so I guess it was just one of those things. After she died, I felt her presence around from time to time, as well as sometimes glancing up in the hallway from my room or my parents to see her walking about. Always a strange feeling.
*sighs*
4 comments:
How about a banana nut muffin? That’s what I’m munching at the moment.
I’ve noticed for many years how aromas, especially the smell of food, can awaken out memories. I think that is as it should be.
I had that weird feeling right when my granny died too. I was in class and I looked up at the clock around one pm and got a shudder and a sick feeling but didn't know why. I went home after school and got off the bus and saw my other grandma was at my house and I somehow I just knew my granny died and they told me she died around the time I looked at the clock and felt weird. It was pretty strange!
I think sometimes or maybe more often than we realize, people know when their time is to come. I mean, my grandma knew she was going and strange enough, she asked my mom to cut her hair a week before(that weekend), which she never did ask for that usually.:-/
And a banana nut muffin makes me think of being in college/university and snacking on breaks between classes.:-p
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