We are all adults here, but I tapped in to my inner child this weekend and rented and watched INSIDE OUT and cried like a little girl. You should rent it and watch it, with nobody else around, or at least with people that you trust with all your inner most thoughts – you know the ones that won’t judge you for crying while watching cartoons.
Of course I started to think about my core memories during and now after watching it, and maybe it’s because I finished watching it while enjoying a bowl of homemade vegetable soup just like my Grandma Helen used to make, curled up on my couch, covered in blankets , eating off a TV tray that reminded me of core happy moments.
To visit my Grandma and Grandpa’s house back in the 70’s you would first have to drive down a river road in Hastings MN, along side the great Mississippi river to the end of the road that housed the lock and damn #2 . At the end of the road you were greeted by a gate that you were only allowed to pass through if you were lock and damn master, the assistant or family. Beyond those gates stood two government brick houses located directly across from each other. My Grandpa being lock and damn master lived in one, his assistant in the other.
My Grandmother loved to decorate and their house was clothed in Red and Black, very Gone with the wind/ or Carol Burnett clothed in thick drapes, depending on how you looked at it.
The living room was dark and cozy and whenever I would visit my Grandma while Grandpa was at work she would make soup and sandwiches and she would arrange my lunch on the divided plastic plates that were hugely popular back then. We would place our lunch and our milk on a TV tray and watch Guiding Light. I hated guiding light, but I loved the feeling of being safe and cozy and warm and the feel of the hot soup hitting my throat as it made it’s way down to my stomach.
Lunch would be followed by a piece of her homemade cherry pie with ice cream on the side, my favorite pie of hers and one she would always bring me until I was in my twenties whenever she came to visit. The pie was mine, she would make that very clear as she walked in and handed it to me. ” Here is your favorite Kristin, cherry pie, I baked it just for you.” I remember how incredibly special I felt knowing the entire time she was baking it she was doing it for the sole purpose of making me happy…and it did, and the thought of it still does.
Later in the day we would walk the pike by the river and go hunting for the perfect pieces of driftwood that we would carry back to her place and set in front of the house.
I loved how warm her house always felt , and the stirring of the scents that settled in your memory when you walked in the door , vegetables and meat simmering in a pot, while cinnamon , nutmeg, butter and cherry’s warmed in the oven.
I am making soup this weekend, her vegetable soup with dumplings, Homemade chicken soup with thick egg noodles, Pumpkin bars with cream cheese frosting. The heat is turned up to 70, I can see the frost on the roof of the building out my window, I feel comforted and safe in her memory.
While I am typing this I glance over my living room just as I find a picture of all of us Grand kids gathered around her dining room table when we were little . Pay close attention to the dining room chairs. The picture below this one is the living room furniture I picked out eight years ago.
**** I think I just realized why , the instant I laid eyes on it -I fell in love with it, it felt like home.*****
I wish she was here to share a bowl of soup with me.
I think I just felt her hug me, with her apron on, standing in the kitchen.
HAPPY CORE MEMORY
From the INSIDE – now OUT.
*Have you watched the movie, what memories did it stir up for you?*