Tammi's World

Past......Meet Present

The other day I found a note on the sun-porch from the great granddaughter of the woman who used to own this house.

She is preparing for her freshman year in college, and wanted to know if I minded if she sold sweet corn on my front yard to help earn some spending money.

How could I refuse that? Of course I didn't mind.

The first day she was out there I took her out a bottle of water and an ice cream sandwich. Hey! It was very warm out, and well.....I didn't have any cobbler.

Anyway, Wednesday her mom was out there with her. So I went out to introduce myself and have a little chat with them. I noticed that both of them got very emotional whenever they talked about the house. It was clear they loved it, and the Grandmother that lived here, very much.

Yesterday, I went out to pay for my 10 dozen ears and had a chance to learn a little something about the woman who loved this house - no, home - for over 40 years.

She was 89 when she passed. And right up to the end of her time, she cooked a nice "Sunday Dinner" for her family and friends. She loved nothing better than to have her home filled with those she loved and cook for them. (Is any of this sounding familiar to y'all?)

It seems her favorite time of the year was Christmas. She loved to "dress the house up" and celebrate the holiday. And it seems the family enjoyed it every bit as much as she did.

As the story unfolded I had to smile. No WONDER I fell in love with this house. It is already full of all that is important to me. I just need to continue the tradition.

I assured this very nice lady that I cherish this home. I call it Paradise, for cryin' out loud! I told her that I too, love nothing more than filling it with the ones I care about and creating meals that can be enjoyed.

I also told her to give me a year, but Christmas will be back in this home. Full Force. I'm actually looking forward to having her family over.

She's going to bring me a sample of "Grandma's Apple Pudding". I told she can't bring the pudding without the recipe!! It's a deal.

I also told her they were always welcome to drop by. I know what a comfort it is to realize that the home of your memories is cared for.

But isn't it strange? And it explains so much. This home really is SWEET. Because it was filled with love for 40 years. I only hope I can do it justice.

Posted by Tammi at July 27, 2007 05:01 AM | TrackBack