Still going through the archives of my childhood home, I find things that both take me down and delight me each time I am there.
This one fell into the delight category. There was no one on earth who gave better phone than Elaine! She loved to connect, touch base or just shoot the breeze. People always say the worst part about losing someone is the impulse to pick up the phone and talk to them before they remember this is no longer an option. I totally get that!
How fitting that she would receive an award for her outstanding service in this category.
Yes, I grew up in a house with Gandhi quotes on the kitchen wall. What? You didn’t?
It all seemed sort of natural to see messaging around the house. They were engraved, wrought in medal, etched in stones, painted on plaques and glazed onto pottery.
Elaine was big on reminders and perspective.
This was one of those things I did not think all that much about. Yes, I was inspired by them, as she was. But not until I began this task of compiling all of this messaging and deciding what stays, what goes, what gets photographed and what gets gifted, did I realize how it was ingrained in me.
Now this hangs by the door in my house, right above the key hook. Because I tend to rush around like a lunatic and I need to be mindful everyday that this is not a race. And frankly I am way too old and not an athlete… attaining speed should certainly not be a goal of mine, EVER.
In the throws of systematically dismantling my childhood home, I came across this priceless clipping. Found in an envelope simply titled, ‘cartoons’, nothing could have been more perfect for my parents.
Our garage became a running family joke, jam packed with everything from a full woodshop to my childhood crib; she was always trying to get my dad to clean it out.
As we embark on the task of cleaning this out, I can’t help but think we will find more Elaine-like treasures buried within the junk.
Hey, anyone need a vintage lawnmower?
This one is priceless. For those of you who did not know my parents, my dad has been a cardiac patient for almost 20 years. I am quite sure she cut this out to convince him that dancing with her more often was good for his health. A hopeless romantic, that Elaine!
When I was little I used to love to watch them dance. Actually, I loved to watch them when I was big just as much. They moved together like they were one person. You could just see their connection.
A bittersweet memory indeed.
And lower your blood pressure! You mean to tell me I just did an 8 month med roller coaster only to find out that I could have just been eating pistachio nuts? (unsalted, of course). Somehow I think Elaine cut this out because she was such a lover of pistachios. How many people do you know whose favorite ice cream flavor is pistachio? Wait, can you get this ice cream flavor anywhere else besides a Chinese restaurant in the NY area?
This is just another delightful clipping on health and well-being. So many conversations with her started with, “I just read in Prevention that… fill in the blank with any of 1,000 holistic remedies.
A trend-setter, indeed.