My weekend of rest and fun definitely refueled my creativity. Which of course I am thrilled about, however I do wish it could have waited until this morning. But no, something I don't remember what triggered a memory of my Nana, after I had gone to bed. Of course I just had to get up and create a special memory photo to capture at least some of the memory and add to it a written record of the memory. While I was doing that, it clicked in my head that it would be fun to create a link up with a memory theme. How better to share memories and learn a bit about all the new friends we are making. So here it is folks, I do hope you like the idea and will join in with me and share some special memories.
I couldn't have been much over five years old the last time I sat at the small wooden table with the hand embroidered table cloth in my Nana's kitchen, but the memory is still as vivid as if it was yesterday. I can see Nana in her blue cotton dress and white apron standing at the old stove, flipping the corn tortilla's as she cooked them on the cast iron griddle, the whole room filling with their warm rich aroma. The warmth in Nana's little house was so genuine, and emanated not only from the fresh tortilla's and homemade tamales steaming on the stove but from the loving woman who resided within this home. To this day the smell of fresh hot corn tortillas takes me back to Nana's kitchen and the love she showed to all her children and grandchildren. Though I had but a very short time with Nana, she is my inspiration and model for the type of grandmother I strive to be.