Pepa

My cousin posted yesterday on my Facebook wall. A very simple and short post.

"Juicy Fruit and the smell of sawdust remind me of Pepa."



Wow, the memories that her one little post unleashed for all of us.

Dominoes and skipbo and pink stucco houses. Hot yeast rolls and strong coffee and warming blankets. Climbing on roofs. Nilla wafers and motorhomes and his buttondown shirts.

I fel asleep last night wandering through my memories like a favorite old book. Walking through Pepa's garden as he showed me his hard work- those roses, Brooke! Visiting his wood shop, where he was making a piece of furniture from old fence pieces- Pepa was a hipster waaaaaay before it was cool. His old pointy-toed cowboy boots and bright white tennis shoes side by side in front of the glass front door. How much he LOVED Mema's cooking- panfried zucchini, butter beans and cornbread, biscuits and gravy first thing in the morning.

I remember how he was larger than life for most of my own, but I also remember how he could slow down and spend hours watching the wrens nest in gourds on his patio. I remember how much he loved Lucky, who is now my faithful friend.

Thank you, Brooke. You reminded me how important family is and I cannot wait to rush home and see Mema. I shall bring dominoes, skipbo cards, zucchini from my garden, and my camera. I will not, as I said last night, be climbing roofs. No matter how hard you try to talk me into it...

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  1. Juicy Fruit always reminds me of my grandmother too! And milkshakes! Thanks for invoking the memories!

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  2. Awesome! I am going to get gas today and may be buying Juicy Fruit, just because...

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