Ode to Remembrance

It’s not unusual for me to become lost in thought with my morning coffee. Often, I find a garden of sweetness waiting there. Sometimes, I find a memory that I pick up like a shiny new penny, a memory that has laid dormant for many, many years. Memories such as the times my mother would make her way to the storm cellar on a cold winter’s day to retrieve a few jars of peaches she had canned in the fall. There were nine children in my family, so we knew we were going to have a treat sometime that evening. Memories of mother are from that sweet spot in the garden of my mind. The aroma of coffee brings back the best of times and sometimes the worst of times, but certainly, always worth the visit of yesterday.

Copyright @coffeewithcharles.blog (Charles D. Grant)

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Author: coffeewithcharles58

Married for 33 years to a wonderful wife. I have 2 grown sons and a beautiful daughter n law. I love life, past and present.

16 thoughts on “Ode to Remembrance”

  1. If many of you are like me, your inner conversation with the past, present and future begin with early morning thinking, usually during a relaxing cup of coffee. It is my reflection time, my memories, thoughts and goal time. Every morning there are new thoughts. Sometimes they are the outline or itinerary for my day. Other mornings they are and have been the itinerary of my life. These brief thoughts and conscious applications of reality is very grounding and special. Some of my favorite memories have been remembered over a cup of coffee. Every mornings blog will be different, but always leaving one wanting more.

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    1. I too, love early mornings and cannot function until I have my cup of Jo. This is my time to talk to my Father and he often is kept captive by my memories from the past. My mamma and daddy, growing up as a preachers daughter and now, realizing what wonderful parents they were. Hoping that I’ve done half as good a job on my own grown children. As I grow older, my memories tend to go back further and what I wouldn’t give to talk to those who have already gone on and listen to their stories again….

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    2. I to remember the smell of Moms coffee! every now and then in brings back a child hood memory’ of when Mom! use to wake us up 6:00 am in the mornings to get us ready for school. It was so cold in the house, we could always see the steam from moms and Dads cup of coffee! Also when Joe on the weekends he and I would wake up early to work on projects! the first thing we would do, is set at the table drinking a cup of Coffee 2 teaspoons of sugar and black in Joe’s cup, lots of Coffee mate in mine. If the Coffee in life’ could write a book/record it would be many volumes of love and sadness,hardships and lots of happiness!

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  2. I to remember the smell of Moms coffee! every now and then in brings back a child hood memory’ of when Mom! use to wake us up 6:00 am in the mornings to get us ready for school. It was so cold in the house, we could always see the steam from moms and Dads cup of coffee! Also when Joe on the weekends he and I would wake up early to work on projects! the first thing we would do, is set at the table drinking a cup of Coffee 2 teaspoons of sugar and black in Joe’s cup, lots of Coffee mate in mine. If the Coffee in life’ could write a book/record it would be many volumes of love and sadness,hardships and lots of happiness!

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  3. Ok, so 1. These are fantastic. You have a way with words, my friend. 2. I camt wait for the next memory…. also, i love that you used “the garden of your mind”. Proceed.

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