“Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.”

Today is a beautiful day despite the chill in the air. The sun is just so bright you have to squint when you go outside. The breeze is slight and only the tops of the pine trees sway a bit.

Yesterday I had my fish and chips for lunch, but they were more than just a lunch to me. They inaugurated the official start of summer food. Bring on the shrimp and the scallops. Light up the grill. I’m ready!

Operation Fern and Maddie isn’t going as easily as I’d hoped. Maddie runs and hides. Fern tries to run, but I usually catch her. This morning Fern got her liquid medicine, and I was able to rub the other one in her ear. Maddie took off. We played musical chairs for a while around the dining room table. I lost so she has yet to have a dose and she needs two. It is no big deal. I just have to rub medicine in each ear. That’s it. I could get her right now as she is asleep on the chair, but she loves to sleep there so I don’t want it associated with medicine. I’ll have to wait until she gets up and moves around.

The neighborhood is quiet, an unusual occurrence. It reminds me of when I was a kid, and Sunday was always a quite day. Every family had pretty much the same rituals: church then family dinner. There was a reverence about the day.

When I’d visit my parents for the weekend, Friday night was game night. My uncle got dropped off by one of his kids because after the night’s festivities they knew he shouldn’t get behind the wheel. He was a weekly visitor. Sometimes my aunt, not related to my uncle, also showed up. She was my father’s sister, and they unmercifully teased each other. The kitchen was the only room ever used. It was always noisy, even raucous. It was filled with laughs, even guffaws, at somebody’s expense. My dad was often the target. The room would be filled with smoke, and the backdoor, even in winter, was usually left open. The bar was on the counter. The person closest to the counter got stuck getting the drinks. We’d play game after game of cards. We’d play for hours. The room would get louder and louder. Many times I was the bartender. I used to joke with my parents and say I learned my bartending skills by the time I was six. When I delve into my memory drawer, I can still see the table filled all around, the bottles on the counter, the air thick with smoke and most of all I can hear the laughter. My uncle is the only one left of the Friday night gatherings. I have all the memories and I can still see everyone when I close my eyes and remember.

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18 Comments on ““Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.””

    • katry Says:

      It is not a place I would choose to live. I would never be leaving town. I’d let the polar bears be. How can people live in darkness for so long?

      With no mining coal, what do the inhabitants do?

      That was really interesting and beautiful.

  1. olof1 Says:

    The weather turned to the better in the afternoon, now the sun is shining and it is pretty nice outside.

    I’ve tried to think what food is summer food to me but really can’t think of anything. It used to be something grilled, like chicken or ribs but I haven’t grilled in years. The only thing I actually can think of is ice cream and fresh strawberries or what ever fruit or berry is in season.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I’m always glad for sunny day!

      We grill burgers and hot dogs, and I like to do a pork tenderloin and steak tips. We also do corn ears. I love ribs.

      Native tomatoes are what I wait for.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Bob Says:

    I’m sitting at the airport awaiting my delayed departure due to the bad weather here in the DFW area.

    Unfortunately, my parents were not game players and when we visited our relatives they basically sat around and complained about the relatives who weren’t there. 🙂 I never had the patience to play card games because I was probably an undiagnosed ADHD kid. In those days there was no diagnosis so I was probably classified as hyper active.

    The weather delayed my taxi so my wife drove me to the airport. I think that she and my daughter were getting cabin fever. They are forecasting more thunderstorms this afternoon.

    • katry Says:

      I came from a game playing family. We always got games for Christmas, and it was also so much fun getting together as an adult and playing cards. My friends are game players and we get together often.

      You have rain while my sister in Colorado already has 16″ of snow, and it is still snowing.

  3. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Your Sundays were way better than mine. No card games with celebratory drinks here. Just church and big dinner and the afternoon to play outside or spend in a book. The adult card games were usually on a week night and we kids were sent off to bed.
    Summer was different in that there were cookouts here or at friends’ and relatives’ with all the celebratory drinking that comes with cookouts. The only games I remember being played by the adults were Pokeno or Cribbage. Once in a while it was dominoes or Yahtzee. I love Yahtzee. I wonder if there’s an app for it. 🙂

    Sorry that Fern and Maddie are not being cooperative and understanding. Dogs are easier. Except for brushing teeth. Whichever of my dogs is not the first one I catch will run away and hide at the sight of the toothbrush.

    Today is sunny and lovely. Not a day for a book unless one is outside in the hammock in the sun.
    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      That was Friday night, not Sunday, but our Sunday afternoons were mostly whatever we wanted. After dinner we were furloughed.

      Most of our cookouts were on Saturday. My dad was always the cook, and he roasted the food perfectly.

      Only 2 people (or 4 with partners) can play cribbage. We played Oh Hell and hi-lo Jack which any number could play. My father would go crazy at hi-lo Jack. We loved to trump his cards so he wouldn’t make his bid.

      Gracie doesn’t mind the brushing and her pill is hidden in her food so she is easy. At least I don’t have to give the cat pills-that is the worst.

      I just took a nap. I feel rested and fine!

      Enjoy the evening!

  4. Erin Says:

    Oh to sit at that kitchen table one more time. Cigarette smoke and all!

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