Recently I visited the Beekman
where Josh and Brent had written a Valentine's post
asking people to write short stories about their
for you and
"Hmmm....", I thought. I love chocolates, and "I have a perfect neighbor to write about!"
So I penned a short story:
“Back in 1963 my parents bought a bungalow in a seaside community. I (the 4th in line out of 5)) came along two years later. We had a glorious childhood: family baseball games from morning to night, bicycle rides to pick wild raspberries, frappes and lime rickies at the local drugstore where our father was the pharmacist….but some of the most lasting memories came from Aurore.
Aurore and Bob lived next door to us, in an antique, natural shingled cape. A huge barn sat behind the house. Beyond the barn was a bountiful vegetable garden overflowing with hubbard squash and peas and tomatoes. In between the rows, day-glo petunias self-seeded themselves, adding a pop of color to the lush green landscape.
Many nights after dinner I would sit in Aurore’s kitchen while she washed her dinner dishes. She always made a home-cooked meal, even after working all day as a private duty nurse. She would offer me a cookie from the cookie jar, and we would chat about wild violets, irises, and mint.
Aurore and Bob gave us free reign of the field beyond the garden. We tumbled through the yellow hay, chasing one another to the marsh and down the boardwalk to the river.
When I was 8, I begged to have a flower garden. Aurore lovingly gave me flowers and cuttings from her own garden. She taught me how to gently pull the weeds and remove the spent blossoms.
I have my own home and garden now. As I tug my garlic from the warm brown earth, or carry in an overflowing bouquet of lavender, I think of Aurore. Her patient guidance is always by my side. She is 91 and gardens and cooks, and loves life. She was my special neighbor, and is still a special friend.”
And guess what folks....I won!!!!! Yippee! Hooray!!!!!
I am so proud...gushing actually.
I love to write, love to garden,
Winning this contest
has motivated me to push my writing...
to really focus
on my garden plan
for this spring......
always recall those childhood
memories...the stories of
people who shaped me
into the person I
am today.... a neighbor, a parent, a teacher,
the milkman :)
Grand Prize: NantucketDaffodil. We love this story about how a neighbor can have a lifelong lasting impact, especially when it comes to good food and gardening. Hopefully this story will remind us all of how we can shape the lives of our young neighbors