May 26, 2005
Kitchens (Gabrielle)
I too was going to comment about kitchen memories, but then I figured “This is my half-blog! I should be able to post and not just comment!”
Some of my favorite memories come from the kitchen. I looked at these memories and realized most of them center around my mother. For those of you who do not know my mother was called Home about two years ago come July. We used to gather in the kitchen after dinner and while some of us tried to clean up we would dance to the radio. We called it kitchen dancing. That kitchen was not very big and sometimes dancing was hazardous. Dinner cleanup took two maybe three times longer than it should have and someone usually got hurt. But I wouldn’t have stopped if you paid me. After Mom’s funeral we had dinner at our house. We managed to fit fourteen people into that kitchen. People were standing right on top of each other and maneuverability was nonexistent, but it was so comforting. Sometimes I wonder if a room can hold memories. And that room held so many memories for us it was like she was there to comfort us as we laughed together and cried together. And now I go out into our kitchen and I’ll put some music on. I call the children out and we dance. And sometimes dancing is hazardous and usually someone gets hurt. But I want to make these memories for them. And I wouldn’t stop if you paid me.
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