This One’s For You, Aunt Helen

 

IMG_0933_optThe holidays are a natural time for looking back, but I was struck today by how the unremarkable objects of everyday life can stir a flood of memories any day of the year.*

Whenever I make a cup of tea and drop in an ice cube to bring it to drinkable temperature, I think of my husband’s Aunt Helen. For years I either scalded my throat with too-hot tea, or downed disgustingly tepid brews I had set aside to cool, and then forgot.

Until one day, when I made a cup of tea for Aunt Helen, and she asked me to put an ice cube in it. Sad, but true, that simple remedy had never occurred to me. But now whenever I use it, I think of Aunt Helen and remember not just her advice on tea, but her warmth, her laugh and the pleasure of her company.

The same holds true when I see a piece of chunky jewelry, particularly a bracelet with lots of beads and bangles. I immediately see my Aunt Barb, who liked to relax around the house in her night-time wear well into the afternoon, but always with her hair carefully coiffed, clip-on earrings in place and big, chunky jewelry on her wrist. And that leads me to remember not just her at-home fashion wear, but her extroverted personality, her wonderful cooking and her salty take on life.

The smell of paint and varnish takes me to my Dad’s garage, sitting on an overturned five gallon paint can, watching him refinish a piece of furniture, or repair a broken chair, or repurpose a discarded household object. He listened to me chatter, all the while working with large but gentle hands, preserving what was straight and true, smoothing out the rough spots, filling in the holes, creating something good that would be of use in the world. He did the same thing for all of his children, raising us with strength and kindness, helping us to see the value in things and in people, even when their surfaces are battered and broken. To me, paint and varnish still smell like love.

On Christmas this year I will eat a Santa Claus cookie made by my sister Barb, who bakes and decorates them just the way our mother used to. And of course I will think of Mom. How she painstakingly frosted the finely detailed cookie with an artist’s hand — dots of blue for the eyes, a smiling red mouth and bright spots of red for cheeks and nose, a white beard with a sprinkling of coconut. I will remember how she always held back a few with plain frosting for my sister Tricia, who hated coconut. And I will think of all the times Mom took the trouble to make things just right for each of us, in all kinds of ways and situations.

When I’m cooking, I never mince a clove of garlic without remembering my  friend Irene and how she cultivated everything — her garlic crop, her flowers, her friendships, her family — with joy. I think of her gentle nature and her loving heart and I miss her. But I am so thankful that I had the happiness of knowing her.

I hope this year to spend more time building good memories for the people that I love. I hope you do, too.

*This blog first ran two years ago, but I was asked to repeat it this season.

 

 

3 thoughts on “This One’s For You, Aunt Helen

  1. Susan,

    I so enjoy these emails every month! This really struck a cord and tears ran down my face as I read. It isn’t just the holidays when I have fond memories of my loved ones who are no longer here and I miss them so very much for each of those memories that come flooding back at certain times. I look forward to the time spent with family this time of year more than ever, to make those memories and treasure the time with them.

    Merry Christmas and thank you again for very much for the book!

    Blessings to you,
    Shannon Schauer

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  2. ..
    this is a lovely thought in words especially for this time of year. Christmas cards I receive from friends and
    family bring back memories of times when we were together …funny how I am reading a card from a friend 80 plus, and I am thinking of the little five year old friend across the street. Thank you for resending this blog.

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