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Food & Love

10/15/2013

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My grandmother loved to take us on hikes and point out the edible plants.

“Don’t listen to her,” my grandfather would warn. “She ate poison ivy.”

“Just once,” she answered, smiling at Grandpa to show he hadn’t gotten under her skin. In a lower voice, aimed at me and my sister, she said, “It was awful.”

Way back in the old days, when her children were young, Grandma was a Girl Scout leader. She informed her troops that she’d discovered wild strawberries in the woods. There was no fruit to be found, but she bit into a leaf.

“My entire mouth was on fire. I got poison ivy hives from the inside out.” 

I preferred scratching my mosquito bites down to rows of scabs. That’s how much I hated itching. “All the way down your throat? Into your stomach?” I imagined worms wiggling under my skin, thinking about itching way deep in the gut. 

Grandma said, “I spit it out, didn’t swallow a bit, but my whole body broke out. Everywhere. I really know the difference now.”

Grandpa didn’t caution us further; he wasn’t the type to repeat himself. He expected his words to be understood and followed, the first time he spoke them.

No matter what he said, we trusted her. She was our Grandmother. She could nurse an injured bird back to health, prepare a pasta dinner for 70 people, spin a cartwheel and do the splits, and name the birds just by hearing their songs. 

So I opened my mouth, let her place a leaf on my tongue, and tasted spearmint. 

There are words to describe abundance. When I think of a bountiful harvest, the pictures in my mind are not fields. 

Instead, I see:

A mulberry tree providing food all afternoon as I read in its branches

Grandpa with his wheel of cheese, the biggest I’ve ever seen, patiently grating a chunck by hand

The loaves of bread my great-grandmother baked every day, rain or shine

A fig tree in my grandparents’ backyard, branches drooping, loaded with fruit 

The vacant lot at the corner where Grandma sent Kelli and me to pull up chicory. We brought armfuls into the warm kitchen and she tossed the greens with boiled noodles.

Apples from the backyard tree, peeled, sliced, and coated with cinnamon and sugar for pie

Grandpa stirring a giant pot full of mustard greens, the fumes stinging our eyes. The air filling with the odor – it smelled like pee.

A long line of rhubarb by the back fence 

Each of us with a bowl of popcorn, my Grandpa reclined, the bowl planted on his chest and his tongue darting out like a lizard’s for each kernel.

One mound of vanilla ice cream covered in Grandma’s home-made chocolate sauce

Some things in life are perfect. 

My grandparents taught me that food is everywhere. 

And the number one ingredient in every meal is love.
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Things my mother told me

10/15/2013

 
Be careful who you choose for a friend

Do your best

Do your very best

Sit up straight

If you think you can’t, you can’t

You can do anything

I love you

Look it up in the dictionary

Yes, a girl can be president of the US
(I doubted this was really true because there hadn’t been one)
There are female presidents of other countries, ours will have one too

No one should be treated differently because of the way they look

If you dream it, try it

Brush your teeth

Dreams take time

Keep practicing your music

If someone tells you they won’t be your friend unless...that person is not a friend

When you start something, don’t quit

Turn out that light an go to sleep

Tell the truth

If you tell a lie, you will end up having to tell another lie, and another lie, and another lie

I love you, no matter what

Don’t read in the dark

Slow down, you can’t be doing 100 million things and do them all well

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day

Take time to eat a warm breakfast

Don’t forget to floss every time you brush

Turn out that flashlight, put the book away and go to sleep

School is your job, I expect you to do well in school 

Don’t cheat

Cheaters never win and winners never cheat

Drugs kill 

You can tell me anything

He’s too old for you

He’s too old for you, too

You met this guy where? I swear Angela I’m going to lock you in a closet until you are 18 –or 30

Birth control, birth control, birth control, birth control if I ever teach you one thing it is going to be about birth control

Sex is a beautiful and wonderful thing between two people who really love each other

Sex without love isn’t a beautiful thing

Sometimes when you think you are in love, you’re not

Wanting someone to love you and really being in love are two different things

If you don’t love yourself, you can’t love anyone else

Love isn’t two people giving 50%, it’s two people giving 100%

I think I could keep going on and on. My Mom is such an amazing person. She taught me not only with the sayings above, but by how she lives her life and shares it with others!

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