Yes, I said food, at my aunts house

Hi Joe:

The other day I was informed of a very dear friend of the Family that had passed on. We were of course greatly saddened about this and we sent our condolences and made the visitations and finally the funeral.

After all this was done there was a light lunch served and then that’s when I had a reflection from no where about food. Yes, I said food. The best memories I had about this person was the way she prepared certain dishes of food only unique to her, flash back to what ever time it was.

When I was eating a certain type of sandwich I had a thought pop into my mind about where it was I first eat this type of food. Why, yes it was at my aunts house and I was only little guy and yet the taste of this sandwich at age 60, invoked a flash back to when I was 8 or 9 yrs old.

I remember walking to my aunt’s house and as we neared I could smell the pungent aroma of her peonies bushes which were in bloom and the heady scent as I walked by and into the cool of the back porch. There she was in her apron with a plate of small cut sandwiches and cool lemonade made from real lemons not a mix.

 She was of the opinion as long as I can make it fresh as it was intended to be there was no store purchased mixes brought in to the house, and she was right this was the most delicious lunch I had ever eaten and since then there were fewer occasions to have this treat again.

Funny things happen when you grow older as a child and as an aunt to this child; the magic of that moment is so special that to repeat it too many times it doesn’t have the same feel about it.

But, every time I have a sandwich that is made with this type of mixture and after the first bite, I let the thought of that special day float back into my mind and just for a few precious moments I am that little boy at my aunts house on that special day and time, that I have forever hopefully embedded in my mind to enjoy as often as I wish.

Oh, Lord to be a kid again and enjoy all that life had to give, small pleasures only unique to that little boy, that grew up and it was not until I was 60 years old did I realize I had this ability to slide back to more pleasant times that I enjoyed so much.

On a more serious note if this becomes a regular habit, is it possible to slide back and stay there? More, on this subject in my next letter to you all.

Its the Bruce