A Favorite Kitchen Memory

One of my favorite memories of all time took place at the kitchen table. I was visiting Mom and Dad in the summer and had picked blackberries and decided to make them into jam before I went home. Mom and my daughter sat at the table and we laughed and joked together as I went through the jam making process. The feeling of unity between us was so real to me as to almost be tangible. I was the central link connecting to my mom on one side and my daughter on the other. I could sense a line of grandmothers, mothers, daughters, stretching out to infinity in both directions, bonded by the common nurturing act of capturing summer and bottling it up for winter, an act that must be as old as Eve.

The table itself was not the important thing. It was a plain kitchen table, with an extender section that could be inserted in the middle to make it larger. It was as common as eggs and bacon. But the unity we felt as we shared our lives around the table is the “stuff” of family togetherness.

About NJ

I love to write! I realized in 9th grade that I really enjoyed writing. Every two weeks we had assigned topics that we were to use to write an essay. I liked writing the essays. I'm a mom and a grandma. None of my family live nearby, but they visit when they are able to come. I've been a pastor's wife and a grade school teacher. Now I'm retired and enjoying visiting others, and indulging myself in my hobbies, --writing and art activities. I'm very thankful for the blessings in life.
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4 Responses to A Favorite Kitchen Memory

  1. Sally says:

    Those moments of bonding around the kitchen table are priceless. I have some memories like this also. Love your writing, Nancy. I think I’ve told you that before, but I’m always glad to see you here. 🙂

  2. Regina Zeyzus says:

    Are you a sci fi fan, Nancy? I don’t think you are, but what you said about connecting with your mother and daughter and a long line of female relatives reminded me of one of my favorite science fiction books, Dune, by Frank Herbert. In it, there are characters who are reverand mothers, specially trained women who have ingested a particular poison and survived the experience because their mental control is so great that they can detect on an atomic level how the poison molecules need to be modified to be rendered harmless, and they do so using only their minds to control their biochemical processing of the poison. After awakening from the experience, their ancestral memories of all their female ancestors are unlocked to them, and the ancestors themselves are almost alive to them because everyone now shares everyone elses’ memories. Can you imagine actually being able to access the memories of your great x200 grandmother? Mind boggling.

  3. NJ says:

    It’s also something about the memories of my youth and childhood, Sally. I don’t have the same kind of memories about the kitchen table in my home today.

  4. NJ says:

    I do like some SciFi, Gina, but not all. I haven’t read Dune, but I think all my boys have and enjoyed it. Wanting to know more about what my great grandparents, or even grandparents, were like, thinking and doing, is why I’ve been keeping a journal in which I do write a lot about my thoughts. I hope they will be interested some day. Thanks for visiting here!

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