You cannot imagine how delighted I was when I opened a package of photos from Karen and this little gem was among them!!! This alone could qualify as the best present I could get for my 60th birthday, but don’t tell her that.
I only have a handful of vivid memories- little movies in my head-of my early childhood. The others are merely snapshots and snippets. Some become clearer when I see a photo or hear a name or smell wood smoke on a cold winter morning.
The memory of my first little kitchen is one of my oldest and fondest memories. I’ve mentioned it before and I often recall it at Christmas. My grandfather made the little wooden cabinet and table. He bought the chairs somewhere. My grandmother gave me a set of dishes and a couple of old pans. She also gave me a pumpkin pie that I served at the table. Granddad sat precariously on the edge of a chair and balanced on his heels while he ate a big piece of that pie with me. Afterwards I washed the dishes in the little metal sink. I remember that day as one of pure joy!
I suppose this particular memory means so much to me because it is a reminder that before he was a belligerent drunk and a vagrant, my grandfather was a talented man who loved his family very much. Alcohol destroys people. No one knows that better than the child or grandchild of an alcoholic. My childhood includes a lot of not-so-joyful memories because of my grandfather. But I will forever treasure this one, especially now that I have this photo!
Thanks again Karen!