It has been an interesting week. I have already gone public with the news that I am no longer a flip phone user. Technology is not my friend so the new phone is going to take some getting used to. But that isn't the real reason I am grieving the loss of my little flip friend. On that phone were saved messages. One from my Mom the day before she died and a couple others from my Dad. He leaves epic messages that begin with, Debbie, this is your Father. A favorite that is saved starts this way then continues with.....did I leave my false teeth under the pillow.....? I have a good friend that is a technology wizard and he assures me those messages can be saved.
Last night I was chatting with my Dad about the heat. Neither of us is a fan. He said he was miserable but he was thinking about his Mom yesterday and wondered how she managed in the summer months cooking on a wood cook stove with no running water and no electricity. Cooking 3 meals a day for her family, and big threshing crews. Hauling water, using an outhouse and caring for small children. I looked around me and saw how fortunate I am. I liked hearing his memories.
As I was making potato salad (the way my Mom taught me, with a little dab of my Aunt Julia) I was swamped with memories. I recall waking up to the smell of fried chicken and coming downstairs to see the makings of a picnic well underway. Back then I didn't think much about how everything was ready for a day in the mountains. I just knew it was going to be a great day. I never wondered about how early Mom had gotten up to fry chicken, make a potato salad, pack a picnic basket filled with food, plates, napkins, utensils, and cups. Nor did I think about the baseball gloves, bats and balls along with changes of clothing for each of us. The big drink cooler was filled with ice and lemonade or kool-aid to quench our thirst while we swam, ran, played, hiked (and most likely fought with our siblings) Sometimes these excursions were combined with getting a load of firewood or we would meet other families and have a day of fun.
The anniversary of my Mom's passing was this past week. It has been 8 years. So many memories, so many moments. I realize the loss of a couple of material things that I attached to her are just things. She is always with me in my heart and my memories.