Before they put it into a can and marketed
the product known as "Sloppy Joe sandwiches"
my mother called it "hamburgh that way." It
became a family favorite recipe. My mother
served it with boiled potatoes. Years later I
would serve it over pasta or rice.
When we would ask "what's for supper?" Mom
would reply, "hamburgh that way." I carried on
the tradition, for the name alone brought a smile.
Mom always prepared this in an electric skillet.
Within the pantry area, off the kitchen. Covered,
it would simmer for long hours. The aroma filled
the apartment.
Writing this, I have been transported back in time.
For a brief moment I stood beside her, watching
her preparation. Enjoying the aroma and the mother-
daughter connection.
Memories are more powerful than I had realized.
Did I just experience time travel? For I was there,
really there! My awareness of being there was what
snapped me out of there and back to here. My mind
rationalized, this journey as impossible.
The strength of a memory stored within now holds
more fascination. I believe I may have stepped
within some secret world of time that knows no end.
For that is the gift of a memory often given unknowingly.
Some ordinary moment shared that lingers through out
passing years to warm the soul.
written by Pauline
copyright 2006
3 comments:
Some say that realities/times run parallel and not linear. Perhaps you were there.
I agree with Vanessa. God is, was and always will be -- he is in all atimes at once. We probably are, too, but just don't know how to perceive them (Now I see though a mirror darkly ...)
Memories are precious to have and you have some wonderful ones. My memories of my Mum cooking are really her pickling and putting up her Bread n Butter pickles, her Green Tomato Chow, and her beets. If I close my eyes I can take myself back to the kitchen in Nova Scotia and remember the smell of fresh baked bread.
Blessings Pauline for a wonderful weekend
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