Peanut Patties
Mar. 1st, 2012 05:07 pmPop got some more of those candies that I call peanut patties. A round brick of reddish-colored candy with a lot of peanuts embedded in it. He asked if I wanted some and I declined. I don’t trust my teeth to be up to that kind of challenge anymore. In a rare reminiscence, he also says, “I used to eat them when I was a little kid.” I hold back from saying, “They were Mother’s favorites.” One of her favorites. I know that Pop does not care for mentions of Mother and reminders of that time. I can appreciate the ambivalence, but she was such a major part of our lives, it seems almost self-destructive to try to block all that out, for better and worse, and there was certainly some good in it, at least as much good as any of us brought to the table.
Yeah, I am missing her a little today. I wonder what she would make of all our gadget-toys - laptops and Kindles. Though, I doubt the Internet would have interested her any, which suggests some of the oddness about her. She would still prefer to sit on the patio and smoke her cigarettes. I don’t suppose that I would really want to know what she liked to think about during all that time. But I am still missing her.
Yeah, I am missing her a little today. I wonder what she would make of all our gadget-toys - laptops and Kindles. Though, I doubt the Internet would have interested her any, which suggests some of the oddness about her. She would still prefer to sit on the patio and smoke her cigarettes. I don’t suppose that I would really want to know what she liked to think about during all that time. But I am still missing her.