A house needs a grandma in it.
~ Louisa May Alcott
~ Louisa May Alcott
Going to Grandma J.'s house was a treat anytime of year, but during the Christmas season it was extra special with that trembling kind of delightful anticipation. Because somewhere during our visit she would lay down her crocheting, get up from her chair and quietly disappear into her tiny bedroom down the hall. Closing the door behind her with gentle, but firm instructions not to peek or follow her in. We were sure to obey. But we'd grin to ourselves ... we knew something was afoot.
And, sure enough, moments later the door would open and out she'd come with her big apron held at the corners filled with Christmas treats. Sweet smelling mandarin oranges wrapped in green tissue, fragrant B.C. Red Delicious apples, not to mention yummy chocolates with their surprise centers, and the hard ribbon candy in brightly assorted colours and flavours. I was always on the lookout for the ones that tasted like cloves -- a favourite to this day.
We'd eat our Christmas orange -- that's what we called them -- carefully removing the soft peel. I wonder if it was Grandma who showed us how to peel it in such a way as to create a long trunk and two elephant ears all in one piece. And we'd watch mesmerized as she'd take a paring knife and peel the apple round and round in one long, curly piece. Cutting the apple into slices and sharing them with us.
Thinking about that now, I realize it wasn't just about eating chocolates or oranges or apples, but the whole experience was the treat. There was the feeling of sharing something of mutual enjoyment. A quiet contentment as we savoured and relished the sweet treats together. No gulping and no rushing. Just being in the moment. No wonder those memories stuck. They fed more than tiny tummies. They left hearts feeling loved, included, cherished.
"Sometimes you will never know
the value of a moment until it becomes a memory."
~ Dr. Suess
It's quite a Christmas gift when you think of it that way. Today, I say a little prayer of thanks for this wonderful gift of a grandmother's love and her presence in my life when I was a little girl. And, dear Lord, I'm especially grateful for all those sweet and scrumptious Christmas treats.
The anticipation is building...
Sending you hugs and kisses,
♥ ♥ ♥