Writer's Block: Hobby Lobby
Eggcups. It started with Nana (mom's mom). She used to like soft-boiled eggs. I did too, so when she made one, she made two and we'd have our breakfast together. At that time, we used to remove the shell and just break up the egg in a bowl. Then Nana decided she wanted an eggcup. She had seen them long before but wasn't really clear on what they were really were, so she got us shot glasses to use. Hey, they worked.
When I was 16 my great-grandmother died in Pennsylvania (dad's grandmother). We flew out there for the funeral. It's a small town, barely a hotel, so we were invited to stay with dad's cousins, whom I had only met once before when I was 2. I really liked them. One morning for breakfast, cousin Pam asked how I liked my eggs. Soft boiled of course. And she served it to me in a real egg cup. I remarked at how Nana and I ate ours from shot glasses. A few days later we flew back to LA and about a week later a package arrived for me an Nana. It contained several antique eggcups.
See, Pam thought my Nana was just one of the nicest ladies she had ever met. One of the times she and cousin Bob had visited my parents in Boston, they stayed at my Nana's house. She remarked that she really liked a painting in Nana's living room. When they drove back to Pennsylvania and unpacked the car, they found the painting packed in with their luggage. She took a liking to me too and this gave her the chance to repay a gift and give me something from her to remember her by. I still have all the original eggcups Pam sent us, and a bunch more that I have found since then. I always think of Pam and Nana when I find one to bring home.
When I was 16 my great-grandmother died in Pennsylvania (dad's grandmother). We flew out there for the funeral. It's a small town, barely a hotel, so we were invited to stay with dad's cousins, whom I had only met once before when I was 2. I really liked them. One morning for breakfast, cousin Pam asked how I liked my eggs. Soft boiled of course. And she served it to me in a real egg cup. I remarked at how Nana and I ate ours from shot glasses. A few days later we flew back to LA and about a week later a package arrived for me an Nana. It contained several antique eggcups.
See, Pam thought my Nana was just one of the nicest ladies she had ever met. One of the times she and cousin Bob had visited my parents in Boston, they stayed at my Nana's house. She remarked that she really liked a painting in Nana's living room. When they drove back to Pennsylvania and unpacked the car, they found the painting packed in with their luggage. She took a liking to me too and this gave her the chance to repay a gift and give me something from her to remember her by. I still have all the original eggcups Pam sent us, and a bunch more that I have found since then. I always think of Pam and Nana when I find one to bring home.