Holiday Memories

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One of my favorite holiday memories is eggnog. In my family, eggnog started showing up on Thanksgiving Day. It was my grandmother’s recipe – plain for the kids, doctored up for the adults. There was a special set of holiday glasses that it was served in that made everything seem very festive. It was a lovely tradition. Growing up, I experienced the more exotic versions of eggnog. I still love my grandmother’s version best – whether doctored or plain. For me, eggnog is a lynch pin for the holidays, a memory that will always stay with me.

© December 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Centerpiece

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Every year this lovely candle, surrounded by greens and small pine cones, acts as the centerpiece on the mantle over our fireplace. We bought it together, for our first Christmas. It was a token of our faith in each other. As the years have gone by, many memories have come to be centered around this lovely piece of art. The years have been chaotic at times, but we survived. This simple arrangement has seen many holiday toasts, and we have spent many evenings during the holidays sitting by the fire, eggnogs in hand, feeling a sense of peace. Here’s to many more years!

(c) November 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Pumpkin Pie

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No one will guess, no one will ever know. And she did deserve it, you know. She made life hell for all of us, keeping us at her beck and call. She never knew that I found out she had a new will drawn up – a will that left everything to charity, cutting my husband, his brother and sister out completely. I burned that will. She hadn’t signed it yet, so burning it was an option. No one will know how she died. I added an extra ingredient to her pumpkin pie, and it didn’t seem to agree with her. Oh, come on! I made individual little pies – I wasn’t going to endanger anyone else. The spices covered the taste, and it took hours for her to feel the effect. It appeared that she died in her sleep. I am sure that the family will be fine with that. They will be able to breathe again.

(c) November 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Thanksgiving Past

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Memories – aren’t they the best things! I remember Thanksgiving meals with family – good food, good conversation, good times. Very traditional dinners. Who knew that as we grew up things would change. The children grew up, with homes of their own, and returned to the family home with their own food offerings. Over the years, there were deaths, as was to be expected. What was not expected was the loss of the individual at the holiday table, and the energy that they brought to it. Now the children of those early times are aging. The traditions are kept up, but the losses hurt. Time moves forward, at a cost.

(c) November 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Pumpkin Patch

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Chatter heard in the pumpkin patch:

“Woo Hoo! Our time of year!”

“So what are you going to be this year?”

“I get to go to that really nice house on Elm street, and be Cinderella’s carriage!”

“High five, dude! I am going over to Rockwell Elementery School, and be the fifth grade entry into the pumpkin carving contest. I have it on good authority that I am going to win!”

“Congratulations! I am going to be one of six pumpkins that will be anchoring a huge display in the Andrew’s front yard!”

“Wow! They always put on a great show! ”

“I am going to be the centerpiece for a dinner party at the Elsmore’s. I love to listen to dinner table chatter!”

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Stepping Into The Picture

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The picture hung over the mantel in the den – it had been there ever since I can remember. The old house, the wrought iron fence, and the smiling pumpkins.  I had always been fascinated by those pumpkins – they seemed to hold some kind of energy of their own. That night I just sat there, gazing at the picture, mesmerized by it. I felt a very strong pull to step right into it – so I did. There I am – gently flying through the sky. There may come a day when I want out – but I am not sure that is possible. So Be It.

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Trick-Or-Treat

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Good thing I am short – in this ghost costume, I can pass for a kid. Also a good thing that this neighborhood encourages door-to-door trick-or-treating. I attached myself to a couple of groups of kids earlier this evening, just so I wouldn’t stand out in any way.  Then I faded into the shadows, waiting for the trick-or-treaters to thin out. Now is a good time. She has been giving out the treats all evening, so I know she will answer the door. One shot and she is dead. One shot, and she is no longer my problem.

(c) October 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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