My mother asked myself and my brothers and sisters what we wanted when she died.
Everything was going to be split 7 ways; these were just little things we wanted as something to remember her by.
I think she asked the same thing when I was 12 years old; and I replied that I wanted the fridge!
Ah youth!
My brother and sisters requested: the grandfather clock; rocking chair, table, and clock made by our grandfather; old paintings of our old house; and assorted other little things that surrounded us in childhood.
Me?
I just wanted my mother's recipe box: a little wooden box with my mother's hand written miracles that she served everyday.
I see it everyday, and when I use her recipes it makes me think of all the wonderful meals and times I shared with her.
If I had one wish.
Everything was going to be split 7 ways; these were just little things we wanted as something to remember her by.
I think she asked the same thing when I was 12 years old; and I replied that I wanted the fridge!
Ah youth!
My brother and sisters requested: the grandfather clock; rocking chair, table, and clock made by our grandfather; old paintings of our old house; and assorted other little things that surrounded us in childhood.
Me?
I just wanted my mother's recipe box: a little wooden box with my mother's hand written miracles that she served everyday.
I see it everyday, and when I use her recipes it makes me think of all the wonderful meals and times I shared with her.
If I had one wish.
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