opened this beautiful piece to read while drinking my afternoon tea, and realized I'm drinking from the exact same cup! Red-skied with white flecks like little stars. Cheers, Mick Jagger! Toasting you all the way from São Paulo
I write about all these and had featured a coffee theme complete with song and verses, which I will continue to include. Just getting around to catching up with all our talent here😊 Just click the archives section
I am at a stage in my life (72) where I am beginning to wonder what items will be meanginful to my children when I die. I hope they divvy up the quilts I've made, but am more interested in what unexpected small item - like a coffee cup - might resonate with them. From my father I treasure t1 1923 quarter that I found in his safety deposit box at the bank. It's a great story prompt!
Moving. I have my grandmother's gold band wedding ring inscribed inside "S.A.G. 5o L.V.C. 1-17-17". She was born in 1897 and when she was six, moved from northern Missouri to southern Iowa in a covered wagon. .She was my best friend. She died when she was 103. I wish I had a safe tree I could climb to thread her ring over a topmost branch.
"That red coffee cup was a quiet thing. That's why I loved it. My uncle always woke at dawn and would sit on his front porch sipping his too-sugary Folger's Instant from that cup. Anybody could join him but nobody was supposed to talk."
I loved reading this. I inherited my mother’s cup, which held her coffee in the morning and then after dinner, it became a tea cup. I love the idea of your putting your uncle’s cup in the top of a tall tree. I don’t know if you believe in heaven and if yours is up or in what direction it can be thought of, (not sure if I believe in it either), but perhaps one day that tree will become tall enough that if your uncle is in heaven and it is up there, he can reach down and grab it for his morning coffee. They used to say that Maxwell House was that “heavenly coffee”. I wonder if that’s what they drink there.
opened this beautiful piece to read while drinking my afternoon tea, and realized I'm drinking from the exact same cup! Red-skied with white flecks like little stars. Cheers, Mick Jagger! Toasting you all the way from São Paulo
An absolutely beautiful story. I have my uncle’s fedora. <3
What a joy to hear! Sherman, I tried to listen tonight, but I was doing something wrong. So sorry to have missed it! JMH
Fantastic. Every detail and image and emotion
That is really beautiful. What a powerfully surprising and perfectly apropo ending.
lovely
That the uncle guards the quiet ritual around his coffee. Then steps onto the loudest of transporters. So cool.
That was absolutely BEAUTIFUL!
I write about all these and had featured a coffee theme complete with song and verses, which I will continue to include. Just getting around to catching up with all our talent here😊 Just click the archives section
Coffe cup theme got me, dogs held me and Mic Jagger clinched the deal....I'm in😊
Fantastic
I am at a stage in my life (72) where I am beginning to wonder what items will be meanginful to my children when I die. I hope they divvy up the quilts I've made, but am more interested in what unexpected small item - like a coffee cup - might resonate with them. From my father I treasure t1 1923 quarter that I found in his safety deposit box at the bank. It's a great story prompt!
Moving. I have my grandmother's gold band wedding ring inscribed inside "S.A.G. 5o L.V.C. 1-17-17". She was born in 1897 and when she was six, moved from northern Missouri to southern Iowa in a covered wagon. .She was my best friend. She died when she was 103. I wish I had a safe tree I could climb to thread her ring over a topmost branch.
Simply beautiful. Visceral...so much to love:
"That red coffee cup was a quiet thing. That's why I loved it. My uncle always woke at dawn and would sit on his front porch sipping his too-sugary Folger's Instant from that cup. Anybody could join him but nobody was supposed to talk."
This is so beautiful.
I loved reading this. I inherited my mother’s cup, which held her coffee in the morning and then after dinner, it became a tea cup. I love the idea of your putting your uncle’s cup in the top of a tall tree. I don’t know if you believe in heaven and if yours is up or in what direction it can be thought of, (not sure if I believe in it either), but perhaps one day that tree will become tall enough that if your uncle is in heaven and it is up there, he can reach down and grab it for his morning coffee. They used to say that Maxwell House was that “heavenly coffee”. I wonder if that’s what they drink there.