Paul made butterscotch pudding at lunch time. I took a bite and was instantly 6 years old and sitting in Miss Mary's tiny living room in WV. I would go visit her almost daily because she was all alone and it made me sad. She always had a bowl full of butterscotch candies and a fresh package of Newport cigarettes on her desk. She gave me the butterscotch candy and she got the Newports. We would sit and watch TV ( a rare treat for me). I never knew if she was 62 or 102 but she was my friend. I moved back to WV temporarily so I could care for my great grandmother when I was ten. I would visit her when I had a chance. That was the last time I saw her. It's funny how our brains work. I haven't thought about Miss Mary in years, yet one bite of butterscotch pudding and I remember every detail.
- I am the crazy mom of five boys. Four of my five boys are on the autism spectrum. Neuro-Diversity rocks!!! I cook, I clean, I blog, I breathe. Yup that is about it. If you want to catch a glimpse of our crazy world you are more than welcome but don't say I didn't warn you.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
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