On Sunday afternoons, Great Aunt Martha’s little black Studebaker would pull into our driveway and Aunt Martha and Grandma would emerge for “the visit”. They would often bring fresh flowers from their gardens, wrapped in tissue paper with a damp rag surrounding the bottom of the stems.
As soon as the flowers were placed in an appropriate vase, I was summoned to the piano. I would play several tunes, usually my current lesson pieces from the week. They would clap their hands and exclaim what a wonderful pianist I was. Hugs were exchanged and the smell of lemon and lavender followed them out the door.
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Retired Ruth 
This was so sweet-like a snippet from a period piece:-)
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It is, sort of. I am working on my memoirs and Aunt Martha and Grandma have several stories…. Thanks.
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It was lovely-keep writing,you are doing a great job:-)
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What a really “nice” story and I don’t mean that in a bad way! Brought to mind piano recitals, which I have to say made me excessively nervous. 🙂 This story was a little slice of nostalgic life.
janet
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a wonderful scene, Ruth, and i can hear the piano pieces being played, the happy words from the family – sweet memories to cherish. nice.
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Dear Life,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. This piece brought back a few memories for me. Nicely done. My parents’ first car was a brown, 1953 Chevrolet. They had that car for the first 8 years of my life. 😉 Again. Welcome.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you….. love the 100 word limit and photos …. so many different interpretations.
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Warm with memories …
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I love when smells and colors blend into writing… really a very nice walk down the memory lane.
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Thanks. Friday Fictioneers is a great idea! Easier to find time to find 100 words… although not as easy as it sounds!
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My aunt and uncle had an old blue 1950 Ford. I remember going to their house and the wonderful smells that were so different from home.
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Sometimes I think memories have taken over my life, but I am recording them before I forget! Thanks for the comment.
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What I wouldn’t give for that Studie today… with memories.
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I have often thought that. Classic car! I don’t know what happened to it. My Aunt Martha was lucky enough to win a new car in a local contest many years ago. She ended up with a Ford Pinto, which wasn’t nearly as cool as the Studie!
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Still a nice memory… For some of us, time has slipped by allowing our memories slip away. Keep writing!
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Yes, the scents. Very cool. And the car pic jogs some memories. Thanks for your always leaving a nice comment on my blog and/or clicking the like button. We do have so much in common!
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Yes,and not just our names!
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nice memory!…including smells…YES…that is sweet!
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Smells have been important to me, evidently. I always can associate memories with smells.
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That car is so cool–you are lucky to have two ladies who loved you as your first audienwe used to use wet paper towels wrapped in saran wrap for flowers from our garden
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Hmmm. This would be fun to see what everyone did for their first audience and who that audience was. I think my first one was when we’d go to Grandma’s house my older sister would devise a plan to have herself and her two siblings (my younger sister and I) to entertain. It gave us something to do while the adults chatted over coffee and pie. I remember singing “Home On The Range” (complete with a fake campfire we’d made) and “Daisy.” There we’d be, Lisa, the cute and charming little one, I, the gangly ornery one, and Becky the responsible, dependable and reliable one. What a crew we were but they clapped heartily and smiled a lot. I don’t know how but we learned to harmonize (??). Thanks for helping me dig out that memory.
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That WOULD be fun. Maybe an idea for a future blog… the comments would make the best reading. Loved your story about your sisters.
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I love that they brought flowers with them, and that you remember how the ladies smelled.
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They were a big part of my life, actually my Grandmother and her twin sister, Martha. I need to write more stories about them….
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Fresh flowers from the hills. How lovely!
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Thanks, I loved your story, too!
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