October 09, 2005Grandmother
It's around October when the season really sets in for me. It's the ancestral time, time of remembering, also time of letting go. I love this time of year, particularly when the colors change and how the cooler weather seems to make the wind smell different. I welcome the quiet time that the approach of winter represents.
I think of my Grandmother, my father's mother. She taught me the love of cooking and especially baking things for family and friends. I ran across this place tonite and it really hit home with me-- might do something for some of you out there as well, who knows:
GRANDMOTHER'S SECRETS: A CULTURAL ARCHIVE
One of my favourite treasures is a small collection of recipes dictated to me by my grandmother, only one is in her handwriting. They're on little scraps of paper, some torn a bit with age and some flecked with little bits from my past experiments, and yet I can not ever seem to throw them away. I suppose in some way they are the breadcrumbs that allow me to travel back to those special times spent in my grandmother's kitchen, happy times. I'm glad I stumbled on this website tonite while I had time to decompress from some of my work and some of the mental effects on my psyche from so many tumultuous and tragic planetary happenings (earthquakes, hurricanes and such). It's good to keep memories like these in the old spacesuit safety kit for when you need them (or rather, while you can still remember them!) and of course, make new ones all the time as well-- that's fun too.
I think of my Grandmother, my father's mother. She taught me the love of cooking and especially baking things for family and friends. I ran across this place tonite and it really hit home with me-- might do something for some of you out there as well, who knows:
GRANDMOTHER'S SECRETS: A CULTURAL ARCHIVE
One of my favourite treasures is a small collection of recipes dictated to me by my grandmother, only one is in her handwriting. They're on little scraps of paper, some torn a bit with age and some flecked with little bits from my past experiments, and yet I can not ever seem to throw them away. I suppose in some way they are the breadcrumbs that allow me to travel back to those special times spent in my grandmother's kitchen, happy times. I'm glad I stumbled on this website tonite while I had time to decompress from some of my work and some of the mental effects on my psyche from so many tumultuous and tragic planetary happenings (earthquakes, hurricanes and such). It's good to keep memories like these in the old spacesuit safety kit for when you need them (or rather, while you can still remember them!) and of course, make new ones all the time as well-- that's fun too.
