When I see a metal colander, I remember how my son would run around the living room around the age of 4 or 5, wooden spoon in hand, grinning from ear to ear, TOTALLY content. He was my ‘Captain Colander.’ Thanks for the memories.
When I see an Argentine blue and white stripped soccer jersey, I remember how my son was a guess player for a soccer tournament in Atlanta. Many of the players on the team spoke Spanish. His name is Arman but they dubbed him ‘Armando‘ after he made a dramatic goal. My son was ECSTATIC. Thanks for the memories.
When I drive across the bridge between Savannah, Georgia and South Carolina, I remember how my father and I would walk 1/2 a mile down to the back river to fish. We would see otters playing, crabs crawling everywhere and my father catching some of the biggest Japanese carp that I had EVER seen. Thanks for the memories.
When I see a white chevy venture van, I remember my mother, who was in the beginning stages of dementia, going through my purse. I asked “Mom. what are you looking for?” Mom said, “I don’t know but I will know when I find it.” Thanks for the memories.
I have discovered that as I age, it is becoming a little more difficult to remember things. Yes, I make notes but that only works if you remember where you put the note. SO . . . in the spirit of the season of Thanksgiving, I am thankful when I can remember things. Thanks for the memories.