Friday, July 18, 2008

Black Strap Molassas

A jar of pickles lasts a lot longer than it used to. Jay used to take a jar of pickles and sit down to watch a movie. He would eat almost the whole jar. He would leave one or two pickles cuz that wouldn't be cool to eat the whole jar. He also loved to eat uncooked pasta. I would have to hide it from him if I needed it for dinner. He would munch on it like most people would popcorn. His most recent thing was Black Strap Molassas. He would get it at the Health Food Store. He would take it out of the fridge and eat a tablespoon once or twice a day. I don't know what it was for, but thats what he did. You can come to my house in thirty years and it will still be there. I can't part with anything that was his. Not even Black Strap Molassas.

6 comments:

linda said...

I just must be in a mood today because my tears are flowing. I can just picture that jar in your fridge and it breaks my heart.

I hope that God is slowly healing your broken heart and giving you some peace. I've been married along time too and so I can only imagine the pain you're going through. Take care of yourself and hope you have a relaxing, peaceful weekend.

NanaBanana said...

Yep, maccaroni was something mom couldn't keep enough of in the house growing up. Love you.

Sandy said...

MMm, very touching. I haven't visited you in a while, but was going thru old comments!
This was a very special post.
Sandy

momonthego said...

Love you Pam... My heart aches for you and your family.

Teresa Is Awesome! said...

Stories. I remember when Jay and Jug first started the tree lots and all thay ate was split pea soup and tuna fish with no mayo. They lived on that and Jug always lost about 25 pounds and I know Jay lost weight too. Everytime Jug sees split pea soup he tells this story. Love you and miss you.
Teresa

Auntie Joy said...

Hi Pam,
I've been thinking of you lately and I am sure this is an especially hard time, with all the plans underway. It is the little things that seem to grab you, and some times it can feel like this could not be your life...
I think you are doing a great job and I know it is so very hard.
Love you,
JOY