Treasured moments

September 8, 2008

by Pam Fiecke

There’s nothing more precious than hearing flashback, fun-filled stories from our children about their bygone yesterdays.

The golden point of their stories are mastered when they feel again, that treasured moment, just like it was frozen in their heart and soul not wanting to escape.

Many years ago, there were four grandchildren, three boys and a girl, who loved to spend their time at grandpa and grandma’s house.

They helped with the garden work, lawn work, and whatever little tasks that needed to be done. They also sat themselves around a card table and got in a few games of cards for enjoyment.

All four of the grandchildren, now being young adults, tell their treasured stories again, as they remembered them.

“Grandpa would take only one of us grandchildren to town at a time to get a treat. We had a lot of energy in us and liked to explore. Grandpa decided that one grandchild was all he could handle at a time in the grocery store. Grandpa would let us pick out one of our favorite candy bars to bring back home. We grandchildren were so excited that Grandpa took the time to have such individual quality time with each of us.

“Our biggest laugh was when our sister came home from the grocery store one time, with not just one candy bar, but a bag of candy bars! How did she ever manage that? What kind of arithmetic was that? We brothers were astounded! Our sister did, however, open her bag, and she shared all the candy bars with everyone. We grandchildren still ponder that special moment.”

“Grandma enjoyed us grandchildren and all the quality time she had with us as well.

“Grandma was quite the baker. She loved to make homemade cookies. The aroma from the kitchen smelled for hours. We grandchildren watched grandma while she baked. We watched how she added the ingredients, stirred, and rolled the cookies one by one in the palm of her hand. We watched them bake. Bing went the timer. The cookies were put on the cooling rack to cool, and then into the cookie jar they went. Grandma’s cookie jar was special because she made the cookie jar in a ceramic class.

“The cookies were always good and mouth watering, and we grandchildren couldn’t resist.

“Walking past the cookie jar, one of us always tried to sneak a cookie out, thinking grandma wouldn’t notice. Grandma always heard when the lid came off. We grabbed a cookie and off we’d run. Grandma would yell every time, ‘get out of the cookie jar!’ We got scared half the time and one of us would drop the lid. The lid today still has many chips on it from us dropping it back onto the cookie jar. We three boys were the only ones that got yelled at because our sister couldn’t reach into the cookie jar; she wasn’t tall enough nor did she have long enough arms to reach for the cookies. We did share a cookie with her as we ran for a place to hide and eat it. They were always good!

“The cookie jar was just recently passed on to one of us grandchildren with a big cookie inside and a bag of cookies to share. The chips on the lid still remain, representing the many times we got yelled at by grandma for being in the cookie jar. We now go to her home and she says, ‘Look what I baked today,’ and hands us one of her mouth watering cookies. We just smile and enjoy the cookies.”