The holidays have come and gone. Both Thanksgiving and Christmas were wonderful days for my family.
Christmas found all four of my kids home and brought a new bundle of excited joy. We got a new puppy!
His name is Archie. He’s half Old English Sheepdog and half Blue Heeler (cattle dog). Archie is nine weeks old and a ball of raw energy!
Right now we’re working on house training and not biting. Both are slow going, but we’re trying very hard to treat him with patience and consistency. And, of course, treats as rewards for desired behaviors.
I have taught him to sit, which he does on command and we’re working on other basic commands.
Archie is such a cutie pie and a lot of fun. Harley, our cat, likes to taunt him so Archie will chase her. Gus, our 14-1/2 year old Springer Spaniel, just wants to be left alone. Archie doesn’t get that yet as all he wants to do is play.
I had forgotten how a new puppy is like having a new baby. Instead of early morning feedings it is early morning bathroom runs. I just keep reminding myself that this too shall pass.
A new addition to our family has brought a new light into our home. And that’s a good thing.
As I sit here sipping a large coffee and watching Good Morning America, thoughts of my maternal Granny’s kitchen popped into my head.
The memories are not just of the incredible southern food that came out of that small kitchen, but are also of her kitchen cabinets and their hardware.
The hardware on Granny’s cabinets was perfect for opening Coke bottles. There was one drawer in particular that everyone used to open their bottles.
Over the years and many Coke bottles later, the perfect indentation was created. Your bottle fit perfectly and opened smoothly.
If Granny cared about the cabinet drawer she never said a word. It was just a part of her homey kitchen.
The kitchen was the hub of her home. It’s where she seemed to constantly be standing at her stove cooking up something delicious while everyone was gathered around the kitchen table talking, laughing and catching up with one another.
It was a kitchen filled with love with the head of it one of the strongest, loving women I’ve ever known. Man, she had a big heart.
My Granny was quick with a joke, loved to stir the pot a bit and then sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Most of all, though, she loved her kids and grandkids fiercely.
I wish I had a kitchen as full as Granny’s. What I wouldn’t give to be at her kitchen table just one more time and see her standing there. I miss her so much.
It’s funny how certain memories come to you at the most mundane times. I’m really happy this is a memory I’ll have for a lifetime.