Ups and downs, highs and lows. The circle of life goes on I suppose. My Grandmother, Marge DeWick, passed away this weekend. Grammy DeWick (as I will always remember her) played an important and prominent role in my childhood and I will always remember her. She and my late Grandfather helped to make me the person I am today and I will be forever grateful to them.
And Grammy made the best damned Corn Chowder you’ve ever had. It’s funny how the little things like food are so strongly linked to the most powerful memories. Thinking about Grammy’s corn chowder opens up the flood gates for me. There’s a smell that goes with it, a mix of milk, salt, potato and of course corn. I can see the spoon she’d always stirred it with, slightly tarnished, worn and uneven on the tip. I used to love to taste from that spoon. And then I’m in the kitchen in that old New England farmhouse in Maine, with its tall windows, stone sink and hardwood floor. Real hardwood too, not that fake 2mm thick crap that they paste down and call hardwood now. Everything in that house was real, most of it old, a little worn, but very well taken care of, a bit like my grandparents themselves. I spent a lot of time in that house as kid. It had an unmistakable calm and serenity, the like of which I’m never experienced any place else. The time I spent with Grammy and Grampy DeWick was magical. I miss them both. I suppose I could ramble on a bit more but I don’t know what else to say right now. I hope that’s enough.
If you can make it to Bath, Maine (sadly I cannot, though I’ll be there in spirit) there will be visiting hours on Thursday night, December 7th at the David E. Desmond Funeral Home, 638 High Street, Bath, Maine and a funeral the following day, Friday, December 8th. Sadly, I don't know the times of the services buf you follow the link there's a phone number on the funeral home's website.
And Grammy made the best damned Corn Chowder you’ve ever had. It’s funny how the little things like food are so strongly linked to the most powerful memories. Thinking about Grammy’s corn chowder opens up the flood gates for me. There’s a smell that goes with it, a mix of milk, salt, potato and of course corn. I can see the spoon she’d always stirred it with, slightly tarnished, worn and uneven on the tip. I used to love to taste from that spoon. And then I’m in the kitchen in that old New England farmhouse in Maine, with its tall windows, stone sink and hardwood floor. Real hardwood too, not that fake 2mm thick crap that they paste down and call hardwood now. Everything in that house was real, most of it old, a little worn, but very well taken care of, a bit like my grandparents themselves. I spent a lot of time in that house as kid. It had an unmistakable calm and serenity, the like of which I’m never experienced any place else. The time I spent with Grammy and Grampy DeWick was magical. I miss them both. I suppose I could ramble on a bit more but I don’t know what else to say right now. I hope that’s enough.
If you can make it to Bath, Maine (sadly I cannot, though I’ll be there in spirit) there will be visiting hours on Thursday night, December 7th at the David E. Desmond Funeral Home, 638 High Street, Bath, Maine and a funeral the following day, Friday, December 8th. Sadly, I don't know the times of the services buf you follow the link there's a phone number on the funeral home's website.
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