Please post or publish this story. ----- Original Message ----- From: Joe Mazzella To: [email protected] Sent: Monday, July 26, 2010 7:06 PM Subject: reformatted story: Fond Memories of a Family get together Forty Years ago on this very day
Fond Memories of a Family Get Together Forty Years ago on this Very Day By: Cynthia Groopman The magic carpet takes me back into time, to July 25 1965, when I was almost seventeen years old. I can picture grandmother Rose, then a lady of 77 years, my mom and dad and my twin brother Jay all smiling chatting and laughing with guests. This was a very informal get together. My grandmother's niece, Ethel and her husband Al decided to bring my grandmother's brother who was living then in Livingston Manor NY to visit us. This was a drop in visit. We were prepared though and it was a surprise to hear the door bell ring. That time we had no intercom buttons. When I opened the door there was uncle Harry Fried, my great uncle standing regally tall smiling, cousin Ethel and her husband Al with packages. They wanted grandmother to see her brother again since it was too far for him to travel to downstate NY due to age. Oh, the living room of my apartment was filled with hugs, kisses, smiles sunshine of love and family tapestry of glowing radiance. The women decided to whip up cool weather dishes, and all gathered into our small kitchen each helping in some way to prepare the food with love and tender loving care. I also was helping prepare my favorite dish, tuna. It was fun since all worked smiling and talking and the meal was simple but delicious because it was made with a special ingredient. The ingredient was family love and caring and sharing. We all sat around a big long table and spoke, spoke of old times, of good times, of family and then we who were the children were creating dreams for the future. It was wonderful to have the young, the middle aged and the older aged together, sharing food, speaking and weaving a quilt of memories and family joy. Today, as I looked into the empty living room, I thought of its hey day, when it was the centerpiece of family get togethers when piano was played by me, when all ate and basked in the sunshine of togetherness. Forty Five years have elapsed since that special visit, but it lasts in my memory. Providing homebound elderly with telephone reassurance, enabled me to find out that this special togetherness feeling in families do not exist any longer. I am their link and they outpour their memories to me. Oh, the good old days of family who cared and loved and that was the instant medicine for spiritual loneliness, the ointment of love, the healing agent for physical and emotional woes and a treasure chest of precious stones, more precious and valuable than than gold and silver and diamonds Oh, I long and yearn for those days, for that particular day on July 25, 1965 when the age differences and generations were unified and all hearts beat as one and all souls sang in unison. Memories are treasures and jewels and as we relive them the moments come alive and we relive them in a special way. Although my brother and I are the only ones left of those who loved shared and cared on that visit 45 years ago on this day, the souls are with us, watching over us from heaven and are our guardian angels. In deep love and affection, I adored the pearls of my life and the ones who came before me to teach me, to nurture me, to comfort me and to provide me with memories that will last a life time. These memories and the people who made them are blessings and gifts from God. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No infections found in this outgoing message Scanned by iolo System Shield® http://www.iolo.com -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/dbilg?hl=en.
