Seven sisters and homemade pie: life couldn’t get much better.
Last Thursday my mom and the rest of her sisters gathered around the table for a potluck lunch. Good food and warm conversation flowed like water. If this gang of white haired ladies is known for one thing, it’s that they know how to cook.
Yesterday my mom and I flew to
More than the cuisine, spending time with my aunts was so much fun. Once a month the sisters gather together to work on a project, catch up on the news and share a meal. Reclining in the sitting room, everyone busied themselves with some needlework as I, forgetting my cross-stitch at home, penciled in Sudoku.
As we swapped recipes and talked of the old days, realized how similar my aunts were to my mom. I tried to picture them as Amish girls wearing bonnets and long skirts. I was only one generation away from being Amish myself.
I wondered in thirty years if my sisters and I would be gathering together to talk about our grandchildren and growing up? I could just picture the four of us with white curly hair, kitting sweaters together.
"Remember the time I used to shoot pictures for you?" I would ask Daisy.
"I remember when everyone was blogging," Karena would say.
"And Facebooking," says Melissa.
"And Twittering," says Daisy.
We would all sit back and laugh, "Those were the days!"
3 comments:
Whose house was the Gathering at? Man, I haven't been to one of those since i was a kid! And yes, we'll have to do that in the years to come - sooner rather than later would be good. We just gotta get you tennessee girls back to the deep south! Oh and I'm sure Mom would object to your "white haired ladies" comment - her dye is working just fine! ;)
True, they was all white haired ladies except for one, the youngest (like me!). we were at muriel's house this time.
Ha Ha! I can't wait for those days! We all know that I won't have white curly hair if I can help it though...
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