September 5, 2019
The moments we share are the moments we keep forever.
I was moving a little slow yesterday. I cancelled a trip to the grocery store, missed my exercise class and even cooked my lunch instead of eating in our resident’s dining room. I just did not seem to have my usual energy.
So what did I do? Well besides napping I enjoyed some personal nostalgia. Yep, I revisited many old friends via my memory. I have benefited from so many over the years that my book of memories could keep me occupied for weeks.
My life turned out to be as good as it is because of so many others. Friends who gave me pleasure, mentors who guided me to rewarding opportunities. And you know what many of the memory highlights are for moments that seemed inconsequential at the time, but they have lasted. Here is a story that I can relate to. And oh by the way, thanks for the memories.
The Making of a Memory
One can’t predict when or where they will come from; those memories that stay with us a lifetime, and never fail to bring us warm fuzzy feelings. My husband had just finished loading his car; made one lap back through the house and then into the kitchen. ‘I guess filling my thermos is all I have left to do, and then I’m off.’
Down the drain went the hot water that had been warming his thermos. With a very nostalgic look on his face he softly said, ‘When I filled this with water earlier, I thought of your mum. In fact, anytime I fill my thermos I think her.’
‘Oh honey, that’s so sweet. I know she’s watching and listening right now with a big smile on her face,’ I responded as tears began to brim my eyelids.
‘You know, I never fill my thermos that I don’t think of her, and I always smile too.’ The tone in his voice was so tender as he spoke of my mother who is no longer with us.
Years ago we had been visiting my parents, and the morning we were leaving my mother watched as Jerry began to fill his thermos. Being the ‘coffee drinker’ in the family, he’s always placed himself in charge of thermos duties. Mum then casually offered up a tidbit of advice.
‘Jerry, if you would fill your thermos with hot water and let it sit a while, your coffee would stay hot longer on your drive.’
The look on his face was priceless as her simple suggestion sunk in. Well of course it would! It only makes all the sense in the world! Who wouldn’t know that? He dumped the small amount of coffee already in the thermos, and ran the tap until it was at its hottest; then refilled with piping hot water. After pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee, he sat down to enjoy a few more minutes with mum, and to discuss this unique new idea.
Words of wisdom from a loving mother-in-law made an impact that will never be forgotten. When spoken that morning, Jerry didn’t realize he would always hear those words ringing in his ears, or that they would bring a smile to his face time and time again. And Mother would never have dreamed her words would be a treasured, and everlasting memory in the heart of her son-in-law.
The ‘fondest, lasting memories’ don’t necessarily come from ‘major moments’ in life, the making of a memory simply happens.
Written by Kathleene S. Baker
Things don’t really impress me. Memories impress me. It’s not the toys, it’s the people.
This is an old favorite of mine, I probably sent it before but I have a hard time remembering why I am standing in front of an open refrigerator.
A concerned husband went to the doctor to talk about his wife. He said to the doctor, “I think my wife is losing her hearing because she never hears me the first time and always asks me to repeat things.”
“Well,” the doctor replied, “go home tonight, stand about 15 feet from her, and say something. If she doesn’t reply, move 5 feet closer and say it again. Keep doing this until we get an idea about the severity of her deafness.”
The husband went home and did exactly as the doctor had instructed. He started off 15 feet from his wife in the kitchen as she was chopping some vegetables. He said, “Honey, what’s for dinner?”
He heard no response. He moved 5 feet closer and asked again. No reply. He moved 5 feet closer. Still no reply.
He finally got fed up and moved right behind her, about an inch away, and asked again, “Honey, what’s for dinner?”
She replied, “For the fourth time, vegetable stew!”
I’ll believe psychics when one phones me, just in the nick of time, yelling, “Duck!”
After 17 years of marriage, a man dumped his wife for a younger woman. The downtown luxury apartment was in his name and he wanted to remain there with his new love so he asked the wife to move out and then he would buy her another place. The wife agreed to this, but asked that she be given 3 days on her own there, to pack up her things. While he was gone, the first day she lovingly put her personal belongings into boxes and crates and suitcases.
On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their candlelit Dining table, soft music playing in the background, and feasted on a pound of shrimp and a bottle of Chardonnay. When she had finished, she went into each room and deposited a few of the shrimp and resulting shrimp shells into the hollow of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.
The husband came back, with his new girl, and all was bliss for the first few days. Then it started; slowly but surely. Clueless, the man could not explain why the place smelled so bad. They tried everything; cleaned & mopped and aired the place out. Vents were checked for dead rodents, carpets were steam cleaned, Air fresheners were hung everywhere. Exterminators were brought in, the carpets were replaced, and on it went.
Finally, they could take it no more and decided to move. The Moving company arrived and did a very professional packing job, taking everything to their new home. Including, of course…. the curtain rods!
Quile’s Consultation Law – The job that pays the most will be offered when there is no time to deliver the services.
It was late afternoon at the crowded Shopping Mall when the distraught Linda dashed to a phone and called a cab. She stood there outside until the taxi drove up.
“Where to M’am?” the driver asked.
“Just keep driving around the parking lot,” she answered, “I’m afraid I’ve lost my car again.”
I collect memories. I look for opportunities to try new things, go to new places, and meet new people all the time.
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