Friday, January 20, 2006
Another Piece From One Of The Offsprings!
As promised I now present a piece written by Cindy that appeared in Aftermath 21 a high school publication in 1990.
Loving You
To love you like I do means so much.
It means shy smiles, long walks, and time together.
It means tears, heartache, and pain.
But most of all it means loving you and only you forever.
Cindy Jenkins
I’ll be posting another piece she wrote for this publication later.
The Little Book!
A few days ago I received this book in the mail from Mrs. Dof. She included a little note saying how as she read it she thought of us. The narrator is 11 years old about the age of my grandson. The story is Fig Pudding by Ralph Fletcher.
As I started reading the book Jay said if there is a recipe in there lets make it up and send it to Diane. Well sorry to say there was no recipe. So Diane I couldn’t make the pudding besides I don’t have the secret ingredient needed to make it the best pudding ever. I do send my thank you for a delightful little book. I will pass it on through the family with instructions that it go to Dakota last.
AUNT JANE’S CASSEROLE
At all our family parties
In the spring and in the fall.
We’d have a potluck dinner.
There was food for all.
At the center of the table
Sat a celebrated bowl.
Just one of our traditions,
It was Aunt Jane’s casserole.
No clue to what was in it.
‘Twas her secret recipe.
Folks asked us when they ate it,
“What on earth can this stuff be?”
My dad said it was possum,
Uncle Billy tasted coal.
They both took time to warn me,
“Don’t eat Aunt Jane’s casserole.”
My mother claimed it was fishy,
As she hid a bite in foil.
When I finally tried it,
I remembered castor oil.
The preacher came one springtime.
Said a prayer condemning sin.
Then had a heaping helping
And did not come back again.
Aunt Jane would stand there asking,
“Have you tried it on a roll?”
As the family all avoided
Aunt Jane’s casserole.
Aunt Jane is no longer with us.
Bless her heart and rest her soul.
Her hallowed spot’s remembered,
There we place an empty bowl.
The recipe went with her.
Soon again to take it’s toll.
It will be the talk of Heaven:
Aunt Jane’s casserole.
Another Gem from good friend Pam!