Rewinding Conversations with Momma

 Sipping my morning coffee mixes well with a sentimental journey. It seems that in those times when I am preparing meals, I tend to re-wind from conversations with my Momma and everything about her presence in the memory speaks love and comfort to my heart. She offered so much positive encouragement when I shared any concern with her. Her words, like jumper cables on a battery, gave me the boost I needed.

Heartfelt, childhood conversations with my Momma have been shared in different places, times and seasons. Our trip into town on the bus and the clapping of her suede heels hitting the sidewalk as we headed to the salon was a warm memory for me. And I chattered as we made the little mid-summer jaunts from our house around the mountain side to tend the garden. And sometimes in the kitchen where she created some of the most delectable meals, which included her famous stuffed green peppers.

I was curious as I stood by the old cabinet with the flour bin and porcelain top where I watched two hard working hands mix and knead dough that provided rolls, biscuits or pies for her family. And the chocolate cakes she made from the recipe on the Hershey's cocoa box. I was always hanging around wherever Momma went, full of curiosity and seeking answers for any subject I didn’t understand. The one invisible ingredient used for every effort…It's the heartfelt taste of Mother's love that nourished my soul and recorded the endearing times with her.

Those memories never grow old because we have stored them in our hearts like

priceless jewels. They are locked away for those times when we need a comforting

touch or a momentary escape. Then we pause to listen.

Homemade rollsfor

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O, the sights and sounds. I remember in the mountains!

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