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This is my commandant: love one another as I love you.

John 15:12

My mother left me many gifts.

Though she’s been gone just over a year now I still stumble upon ordinary and unforgettable things when I am moving through my day. 

Searching unsuccessfully for my old apple pie recipe I finally turned to my mum’s old Fanny Farmer cook book. It’s a bit tattered and I don’t open it very often because my hands have reached the age where I can tell just how much to put where just by the feel of things. The cover of the book fell open and I glanced down to see the handwriting of one of my my mother’s dearest an oldest friends. It was dated August of 1977. I can’t remember what was happening at that time or why Nancy would have gifted my mum this book back then. Perhaps we had just moved…

It made me pause to think about how many women’s life long friendships the Fanny Farmer cook book has seen. How many women making apple pie or creamed asparagus to bring to a friend in need?

My mother is gone now, and Nancy, who is suffering from dementia, remembers only the friendship that they shared but not my mother’s death. 

But I remember, from the time I was a very little girl, the gift of a friendship between two women. 


I give thanks to my God at every remembrance of you,

praying always with joy in my every prayer for all of you. 

Philippians 1:3-4

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  1. How very precious to find notes like these! They make us pause and remember with such a rush of love and fondness.

  2. What a sweet gift from.the past!

    I have missed you!

  3. What a lovely memory. I'm so happy to see you are back blogging again. Thank you for hosting this link-up.
    Visiting from #2

  4. Thank you for visiting and for linking up with Sweet Tea & Friends.

  5. What precious memories, and comforting connection to your mom. So good to see you back again!

  6. It's nice and very special that you come across things that remind you of your Mother, notes and such. Your mom's old cookbook is a treasure. Your post hit home for me, as I just did a post about past treasures. ; )


  7. ps.....I looked often to see if you posted, as you were gone for a long time. Welcome back, friend, and it's good to see your lovely photos and words today.


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