Saturday, January 27, 2007
Our summer visits to the farm, as I was just telling Lynn, will always be among my fondest childhood memories. Aunt Gloria and Uncle Tom showered me in smiles, hugs, presents and vegetables. We children swam in the pool and ran in the fields and hid in quiet corners like only one can do on a farm with cousins you don't see enough. The adults supervised and caught up with one another and adored us. It was warm and healthy and vibrant. So comfortable and so very happy. I remember bemoaning the fact that a day was half over which meant there were only a few precious hours left of our stay. Uncle Tom was a gentle and knowing uncle with winks just for me. Aunt Gloria was an amazing hostess. My favorite time with them was when I was invited into the vegetable garden. "That's a good one," I'd say and Uncle Tom would agree and Aunt Gloria would laugh delightedly. My eggplant choice was enormous--it could hit baseballs--and I didn't even like eggplant then. But I liked hers. This was the last thing we did before climbing the hill to load the car. It was somber because the day was done, but delicious just the same... and the happiness lasted long after we departed. With great love, Nancy
