Every Sunday at Church I get a quick memory of one of my Grandmas… and it all centers around butterscotch candy.
Hidden away at the back of our Church is a secret stash of hard candy. My friend Mike, who runs the AV equipment with me each Sunday, keeps it stocked.
Part of the mix is butterscotch candy. The same candy my Grandma used to have at her house in one of two candy jars that were always out. One sat on the kitchen counter and the other was on the coffee table in the living room.
At times it would be a mix with peppermints and cinnamon discs but it almost always included butterscotch candies. Now, whenever I have a butterscotch I’m transported back to my Grandparent’s house.
I see the pattern in the kitchen floor tile, the crescent moon cut into the door of the basement bathroom, and the fireplace and book shelf in the living room.
Then there’s the black rotary phone between the dining & living rooms, their rocking chair, and the framed latch hook artwork of two Canadian geese above the fireplace.
It’s funny (and amazing) how a single piece of candy can bring back a flood of such vivid memories!
Is there a particular candy that takes you back to your Grandparent’s house?
Ever have one of those moments where you realize something for the first time and it knocks you back a bit? It happened to me just last week. I was leaving a comment in my favorite forum and typed the words “and my oldest will be in High School next year”.
Boom! Writing those words and reading them back to myself was a shock to the system. In less than a year I’ll be parenting a High Schooler. It seems unreal.
The shock of that realization had me mentally backtracking to when she was a baby. She always loved music but there was one particular song that was her favorite. One soothing song that would silence the loudest of her cries.
Fortunately for my wife and I it wasn’t some silly song about a dinosaur, fruit salad, or wheels on a bus. It was catchy song by an actual mainstream musician. One who had had hit records and songs on the radio.
The traditional colors for October are black and orange but there’s another color that’s become associated with October: pink. It’s because, along with being the month containing Halloween, October is also Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
I can’t think about breast cancer and not think about a very dear friend that lost a fight to cancer about 5 years ago. Her name was Carlene and she initially beat breast cancer but couldn’t dodge the bladder cancer that followed.
Carlene and I worked closely together for more than 15 years. I considered her to be my “work grandma”. We were always joking around and making each other laugh.
She was ornery and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind but she also had a soft spot for little kids. She always kept candy in her desk drawer for whenever any of her co-workers kids stopped by the office.
No party really started until Carlene got there and she made things fun at work by being the office bookie. Yep, she arranged a weekly football pool with NFL and college games. She also put together a 100 square for the Super Bowl every year.
That was always one of my favorites! Even if you didn’t care about who was playing in the Super Bowl you still had a reason to cheer, hoping the score at the end of each quarter would make a pay out to you.
When Carlene first got sick and it became evident she wouldn’t be back for awhile I took her ruler for safe keeping. It was one she had used daily the whole time I knew her. If it went missing in her absence I knew it would annoy her.
Unfortunately, she never did get to come back to work so the ruler stayed with me. It sits on my desk and I use it every day. Each time I do I remember Carlene.
Ladies, make sure to get a mammogram!
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