David’s daughter Lauren, her husband Anas, and their two little cuties stayed with us for a nice long chunk of time this summer. One day, Anas saw me sitting at my laptop and asked why I haven’t written any blog posts recently. I told him I have a lot of ideas but that after a few sentences, I don’t know where to go with them.
A Surprise in the Attic
Last week, while David was rummaging through our attic in
search of some obscure audio equipment, he stumbled upon a dusty old box
labeled "Judy's Memories." I had completely forgotten about its
existence, let alone its contents.
As we brought it downstairs, I felt a mix of excitement and
trepidation. What forgotten treasures or embarrassing relics would we uncover?
The first item I pulled out was my old diary from when I
was 13. Oh boy, talk about a blast from the past! I started reading aloud, much
to David's amusement, about my crush on Bobby Steinberg and how I was convinced
we'd get married someday. Little did 13-year-old Judy know what life had in
store!
Next came a stack of letters from my college roommate,
Susan. I hadn't thought about her in years, but reading her witty accounts of
campus life brought me right back to those carefree days. I made a mental note
to look her up on Facebook later.
But the real gem was at the bottom of the box: my mom's
handwritten recipe for her famous noodle kugel. I felt a lump in my throat as I
read her familiar handwriting, remembering all the times we made it together
for family gatherings. Lauren has been asking for this recipe for years, and I
thought it was lost forever. What a gift to be able to pass it on to her now!
As I sat there, surrounded by these pieces of my past, I
couldn't help but reflect on how much has changed. That young girl writing in
her diary could never have imagined the life I have now – with David, our
blended family, and our precious grandchildren.
It made me think about what our grandkids might find in
their attics someday. What pieces of their childhoods will they rediscover?
Will they find the questionable art projects I've been saving or the cards
they've made for us?
I've always been one to hang onto memories, but this
experience has reminded me of the importance of making new ones too. Maybe it's
time to start a new tradition with the grandkids – something they'll remember
fondly when they're my age.
As for that noodle kugel recipe, I think I'll surprise
everyone by making it for our next family dinner. I can already picture Eliana
and Ethan helping me in the kitchen, just like I used to help my mom. Some
things really do come full circle.
In the end, our trip to the attic turned into an unexpected
journey down memory lane. It's funny how a random box can hold so much of who
we were and remind us of who we've become.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go call Andrea and tell
her about this blast from the past. I have a feeling she'll get a kick out of
hearing about my teenage crushes!