Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Mug of Coffee

Today dawned sunny and bright with the smell of coffee
(made by Farmer Dad before he headed to work)lingering
in the air. I filled my favorite Zabar's mug and settled in to
read all my "blog friends". The mug was a spontaneous gift from
my Grandfather one day when he had gone into the city for an
art show and I had passed on the offer to go with him because
Princess was at an age where bringing her into the city for the day
was not appealing.It was unusual for me to pass this up, because
we always had a great time going into the city together. My Grandfather
grew up in New York, and knew it like the back of his hand. He could drive
or walk around it giving a running commentary on who lived where and when
and why something was built. We never missed lunch at the Second Avenue Deli
and often stopped in at Zabars for some goodies to bring home.The next day he dropped
in and left the mug on my dining room table."Just made me think of you" he said,"and it was on sale.."
I'm attaching pictures of the paintings he did of both places that hang in my home.
Reminding me every day of how much fun we shared.

1 comment:

Angela, MotherCrone said...

What a talent, and what a loss. Of course you miss such a thoughtful lucky you were to have him for as long as you did. Thanks for sharing your memories!

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My homeschool buddies and I are all posting pics of our "home schools" as part of our idea sharing.

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