I have a snow story to share with all of you. I moved away from my home in Buffalo, New York many years ago. My Mom and Dad would visit me in Savannah Georgia in the winter and I would visit them in New York during the summer, all of us chasing after the perfect 70 degree weather.
I changed the routine up a bit one February when my Dad called and asked to speak with my youngest son. This was not out of the ordinary for him to call during football season since they always talked about their favorite team “The Buffalo Bills”, but the season was over.
My curiosity over this Sunday night called came to an end when my youngest
son looked over to me and said ” Grandpa wants us to come up this week because they have a lot of snow”. I jumped into the conversation and my Dad said ” the kids have to get to know snow”.
Two days later along with my two sons I was on a windy cold flight to Buffalo. The landing was so turbulent the passengers applauded the flight crew when we parked at the gate of the terminal.
My Dad was in his usual waiting area with hands full of coats, scarves, gloves and boots that my sisters gathered up for all of us to wear.
Dad and the boys had a great week sledding, ice fishing, skating and fun things kids do in the snow. I stayed inside with my feet on the floor registers trying to stay warm.
My Dad passed away soon after this visit but I’ve never really felt like he left us because there are so many memories like this one.
When I see snow photos I can’t help to think that even when the snow melts the “snow prints” will leave big impressions.
Happy Thanksgiving friends……eat more than one piece of pie
Most people enjoy a frightening fireside story about a haunted house. Stretch your imagination a bit let’s talk about the friendly ghost in a home that occupants typically learn to live with and accept their presence. Yes, they can be disruptive walking around the house at night turning on lights or opening doors and cabinets […]
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Although I have never experienced anything unusual on this day it may be because I drift through the day with extreme caution.
My Grandma Rose was extremely superstitious, she believed every Friday and every 13th day was unlucky, so I had lots of practice never making any big decisions on these days.
If you have an Italian Grandma you probably know these do’s and don’ts
- drop a dish towel (unexpected company will come over)
- go to bed between 11:55 pm and midnight (will have bad dreams)
- buy a broom in May, (you’ll sweep someone away)
- wash blankets in May (you’ll wash someone away)
- go to the zoo or look at monkeys during pregnancy, (it will affect your baby’s behavior)
- sneeze at the breakfast table (bad spirits will be with you all day)
- carry a shovel thru the house (you’ll be digging someones grave)
- walk under power lines that crossed (just plain unlucky)
- seat 13 at a table (one will die within the year)
- drink out of a cup with a crack (just unlucky)
- wear red or purple to a funeral home (means you’ re happy they’re dead)
- cross knives (you’ll get in a fight)
- stir your coffee 2 or 4 times around not 3times (uneven numbers bring bad luck)
- we could only live in houses with even street numbers,
- use white sheets and pillow cases only (bring good spirits around)
- no dirty dishes over night in the sink (unwanted company will be coming)
- the foot of the bed could not face the door, (you’re on your way out)
- never wear a hat in the house (going to a funeral)
- if you enter the house through the front door had to leave through the front (or more people will keep coming)
- sweep the house out every New Year’s Eve (get rid of the dirt)
- buy a new broom every time we moved (don’t take the dirt with you)
- move the furniture around in her house because we would change her good luck
Grandma lived happy and healthy until 85, and when we giggled about all this she would always say a few choice words in Italian and then say “someday you’ll miss me honey”
She called that right and I’ll admit I always wash my blankets in April.
“Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye.”
During my downsizing move last year I made all efforts to find a sentimental family member to take my Mom’s vanity. It was one with a tapestry stool and three positioning mirrors, but that really doesn’t matter because in the end I sold it.
I posted it on a community yard sale site and it got a hit quickly from a “shabby chic” furniture refinisher.
The buyer and her husband came to my home to pick it up. My daughter and I were cleaning in the dining room where on my buffet sat a grandmother clock passed on to us when my in-laws downsized. We never used it because you had to wind it up with a key and it just seemed like way too much work.
The vanity was in a bedroom and the buyers went in there to take the mirrors off to move it. My daughter and I kept cleaning and packing in the dining room.
As they carried the base of the vanity through the dining room to get out into the garage and I saw it go by I just sighed. Then I looked up and said out loud “Louise, you never liked that vanity anyway “. Louise was my Mom.
At that very moment we heard a soft lullaby sound. I asked my daughter if that was her cell phone ringtone.
She said “no I don’t know where it’s coming from”. We looked around and then she pointed to the clock, and said “it’s coming from that thing”. It was just for seconds but unlike anything I can describe, not only the sound but the moment just seemed to stand still, like I couldn’t move.
My daughter looked puzzled and it took us both a minute to shake out of it.
As the day moved on I felt in touch with my Mom, and just kept thinking she happy to see that vanity finally go.
When my husband got home I was still in a fog. Curiosity gets the best of me. I told him what happened and he finds the key. He winds up the clock and we set it to the hour expecting to hear this heavenly tune. It did have a soothing chime but not a musical tune 🎶 🎶 He checks it for a music box, none in there….So……I guess….
It’s just one of those things that you can only hope will happen again and again. Good for the spirit….