I picked up that penny on the ground,
smiled and thanked my Mom and Dad.
Yes, even though they are now both
in heaven. I recall feeling rich in
my younger days with a penny
which could still buy some sweet treat.
When I answered the phone, the
man on the other end asked to
speak to my father. I was married
with children. Did my voice sound
like that of a child? A slight pause,
then a laugh as I explained that
would not be possible unless he
had a direct line to heaven. Uncertain
as to why these memories remain, I
frequently communicate with my
deceased parents for, after all, the
words from my mouth sound like them!
When the package arrived yesterday, it
contained treasures from the past: vintage
linens our mother collected, piano music
I used to play and two skirts and blouses I
wore for 4-H and the Colorado Junior Miss
contest and still giving off the wonderful
scent of Old English Lavender soap from
the drawers where they were kept. I played
that music immediately and read about Chopin.
A lifetime ago and yet yesterday. I remember
being in a glass-enclosed kitchen at the
Colorado State Fairgrounds for four hours as
I cooked a meal for four, served it to the judges,
and won the State Championship for Food
Preparation. This was good since my family
had to eat that same meal for two weeks as
I prepared for this contest. They were sick
and tired of it. 4-H rules allowed $2.50 for
all the ingredients. How amazing I reflect
today. The music boasted prices of $.75 and
$1.50 for the pieces I learned. Many of the
publishers are still around today. The other
outfit I apparently wore for the Junior Miss
competition. My waist had been that small?
These are fashioned from quality fabric and
have remained a testament to how clothing
was formerly manufactured in the U.S. Self-fabric
belts too! I gazed in awe at how much
fabric the hems and seams have and edges
so finely finished. Those were the days!
I still hear our mother sitting at the piano
in our living room playing and singing pieces of
music. The words of the song “Autumn Leaves,”
swirled in my head. All this magic and family
history came from one box sent from my sister.
Nostalgia. I was transported for a few hours.