I like instant coffee and good bread – Funny how our grandparents have such a strong influence years after passing, as if the stone they dropped in the pond of our life is still reflecting back from the shore. I say this as I write from the re-constructed table my grandparents ate breakfast, lunch and dinner on for 50 + years. E-mail chatting with my friend Hank Will (that is what the over 40 folks call chatting) he talked of how all his grandfathers’ seeds, seeds offered in his 1907 Seed Catalog, had come full circle back to him and I go to thinking.
My grandmother always enjoyed coffee, instant coffee with me when I would stop in be it early or late. I was her favorite grandson because I listened. I remember writing her eulogy remembering how her home was marked by the hobos as a place where they could get a good meal. Not a free meal! Over instant coffee, she would tell me of the men during the depression desperate for a good meal served with dignity, would work in the garden weeding, planting, hoeing, in anticipation of good Hungarian cooking! I have the table they all sat and ate upon and I wonder what ripples of gratitude emit from that wood. What stories reverberate through those chairs and just when I need one of those ripples to sway my life back on course it washes over me.
My grandma’s kitchen was not organic, gluten free, or any other buzz word to advertise great food. It was instant coffee, good Hungarian pastry, and good bread. I rarely bake great bread but I hunt it down in Billings, Montana! Probably the best “store” bread is Dave’s Good Seed. Like Hank’s grandfather’s seeds breathe new life amid a plethora of hybrid seeds. Our Grandparents set our course. Take a moment to remember your grandparents – My favorite memory of my Grandfather Lors is Thanksgiving, when I was four and he let me sip his beer then laughed as my petite mother beat him over the head! Take a moment to remember your grandparents and send me your favorite memory – email@example.com .
“Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies”
– J. Denver