As my immediate family dwindles down to a precious few, it’s my memories that I treasure and for which I am forever thankful.
Memories play like videos in your daydreams, and once again you see and hear those you love the best, remembering happy times and special days.
My favorites include flying the “Wind Dancer” with Daddy on the beach in Benton Harbor and Mom showing me how to make gravy and “white sauce,” without lumps, at the stove in our old family home in Roseland.
We would have breakfast picnics in Thornton Woods on a crisp autumn morning after the first frost — bacon sizzling, eggs frying with a large pan of potatoes and onions on a campfire.
Early in December, Daddy and I would go shopping, with instructions from Mama about finding the perfect tree, and choose a beautiful fresh balsam fir that would be lovingly decorated with vintage ornaments and memories.
Helen Gutyan, Schererville