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“People never grow up, they just learn how to act in public.”

The raindrops were constant. I heard them as soon as I woke up. It was early for me so I was hoping to go back to sleep, but Henry was up and about and noticed my hand was out of the covers. He licked it. He knew I was awake. That was it. He jumped on the bed and gave me his exuberant morning greeting. I got out of bed and went downstairs.

The rain is going stay around for most of the day. Of course it will. I have to go to the dump.

Hyannis is always a daunting destination. I don’t like the traffic, but I bit the bullet and went anyway. The god of parking was with me, and I found spots close to the stores, all three of them. It took two trips to bring the bags into the house.

When I was a kid, my Mother usually grocery shopped on Friday nights. We loved Friday nights. My mother bought goodies like cookies and Hostess cupcakes and chips. We went after them right away. She always warned us that once they were gone they were gone for good. They went quickly.

My mother always bought Oreos. They went quickly because Oreos were our favorite cookies. We all had preferred techniques for eating them. My sisters separated the two sides. They’d eat the side with the cream and feed the other side to the dog. I sometimes separated the sides as well, but I didn’t share with the dog. The Oreos were too valuable to share given their short shelf life in our house. Other times I’d keep the cookies whole and dip them in milk. The cookie part got a little soft from the milk. I loved them that way.

Pieces of my childhood have stayed with me. The biggest piece is Christmas, but my memory drawers hold so much more especially those Oreos and all the foods my mother made. I have favorites: mashed potato icing on the meatloaf, fried dough on meatless Fridays, my mother’s squash dish at special dinners and lemon meringue pie at Thanksgiving. My mother gave us all so much, but I bet she never realized the importance of the gift of even a mere meatloaf.



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