I opened the door to see my daughter standing there with a cleaning bucket in her arms. I had been whining about not having any white hydrangeas to shoot with and there she was, the bucket filled with beautiful blossoms. That scene will be forever etched in my mind. The gray bucket, the bright greenish-white flowers, the huge smile on her face.
Fast backward to 1974. My in-laws basement. Descend the narrow, steep, curved stairs to a dark, clutter filled space with one bright florescent light over the laundry area and one dim, pull chain light over the work bench. I loved to peruse that place, you never know what treasures might turn up – an old turn key, farm tools from the early 1900’s or a piece of long-forgotten furniture, just waiting for me to restore.
Among this collection of things both useless and unusual was the china cabinet. It’s bright white painted finish jumped out as if to say, “I’m special, and I have special things inside!” One did not find china in this cabinet but canned goods for future family meals, specifically tomatoes for dad’s special spaghetti sauce. Those family dinners are forever etched in my mind and bring a huge smile to my face.
Family ties can be challenging. We scuffle and scrape, we rumble and roughhouse personality wise. Sometimes we get downright mad or very, very upset. It’s life stuff. But who can deny that those specifically good memories shape us even more than the bad ones do.
So here in this post I capture the connections with family. The white china cabinet and the white hydrangeas. A still life of life, memories, delightful ones!