A Day for Reflecting

    This has been an odd day.With news of a friend's passing I started thinking of  my wedding day, my brides maids and other long ago things.  In one of my forums someone was asking how long rice will last. Boy, some things can take you right back to your childhood. I can remember a big bag of rice (next to the big bag of potatoes, onions):) in my mom's kitchen. I can remember making potatoes and onions in my mother's big heavy iron skillet. Then we kids would sit at the kitchen table and eat while playing a mystery board game. For the life of me, I can't remember what it was.

I remembered other things daddy brought home too, cases of Bolla soda, two large Velveeta cheese blocks (always two, never one); my brother's and I always welcomed this kind of thing. Velveeta grilled cheese sandwiches were the best. Unfortunately, from time-to-time dad would bring home a really big jar of homemade apple butter. Didn't he know that children (or maybe just his children) would not eat thick brownish stuff on bread? Now I love it and prune butter too. I went shopping last week and smiled when I saw the jar on the shelf with the jams. I would have bought some for old times sake, except it was almost $4 for a small jar. Who knew??

Just last week, as I was passing one of those old style barbershops I waved to the barber in his small shop, his business. At that moment I realized that my dad paid two rents--I had never thought of that. I wonder how he managed?