Now here is a strange story, and a true one at that. As I was washing up my dishes tonight, the idea for this blog came to me loud and clear. You see, this is a story about my Mum. A memory from the past, and a tradition that has been carried on through the women in my family.
My Mum was not a very materialistic person, more of a practical woman. I have not kept many of the things my Mum thought precious, as I discovered most of these things were simply personally precious to her only. Like her scissor collection, or her silk flower patterns, and her reams and reams of material and silks, and all sorts of other crafty paraphernalia. She loved all that stuff, sometimes so much so that she couldn’t even use it, it was too precious. Crazy right? This story is something way more practical and useful and perhaps was a forward thinking idea on her behalf, and a very clever one too.
When my Mum left Adelaide to travel to Perth as a young adventurous curious soul many moons ago, her Mother gave her a pot and steamer set. This sounds like a crazy gift, but she treasured this saucepan set, and used it daily for years and years. To the point where it buckled at its base and would be cleaned with boiled lemons to keep it looking good. She loved it, and would use nothing else to steam veggies and reheat and cook over the years for her little family.
In the last few years of my Mums life, she decided it was time to buy a new saucepan set. As hard as it was to decide to buy a new set I feel like she was buying this set for me. For us. As a way to pass on a tradition, and a very practical useable heirloom. She always kept her old one though, and still used it more than the new one. She just couldn’t bare to part with tradition, routine, and perhaps the memory of her own beloved Mum.
Now as I was washing up these pots, that my Mum bought, I realised this was my Mums way to be remembered every day, or every time I used this cookware. I think of my Mum every day anyhow, but I somehow feel like she knew when she bought these pots that I would be having this exact same awareness at some point in the future, the future being right now.
I want to say thanks Mum. Thanks for always being there for me, for living on in my memories and thoughts and emotions. I love you forever and continue to miss you just as much since the day you took your last breath.