Remember those aprons we had to sew in Home Economics?
On a domestic scale ranging from 1 to 10, my friend Susan is a “9” compared to me. She has a group of long-time women friends who call themselves the Ferry Queens. When they were young mothers with toddlers, they’d wrap up the children and head for the Ferry Terminal. They would board the Ferry, plonk the children in the play room and turn B.C. Ferries into their personal Nanny. These women still get together every few months. They eat, sing, and laugh together while cooing over their lives as grandparents.
The Ferry Queens and I share an era in which we had to learn how to sew an apron in Home Economics. This domestic feat was usually accompanied by teachers’ threats of marriage, raising families, and managing households.
Because of time warps I share with Susan, I thought I’d send her a email that included photos of very old Butterick bib apron patterns. Her response:
“I loved the apron email. Do you know I wear an apron for everything!!! I had to send it to the Queens because that’s the first thing I pack for a Gathering. They cook, I clean-up.
I actually have a denim apron with GRAM on it that Erin (daughter who is now 45+ years old) made for my mother in Home Ec (or whatever they called it) when she was in high school. How old is that??? It’s now down in Kirkland (grandsons’ home) permanently.
One specific “cobbler” one we used to use for dress-up….put a little pillow in it and pretended we were pregnant….mothers of course…certainly not 17 year olds with spandex tops.
Thanks for the memories…..yours????”
I could not resist shocking Susan. I replied:
“APRON??? moi?? Seriously, yes I made one in Home Ec. I don’t remember ever seeing my mom in one, though I’m sure there was more than the home ec projects in some obscure drawer so as to impress the ever-domestic aunties. I have a couple in my kitchen, but I cannot think of why I would don one. Perhaps on those rare occasions when I was using flour.
BTW, did I ever make some FANTASTIC banana bread. Now that I have found MY recipe, when I next make some, I shall grace Jerry and you! (Of course if you were on face book, you would know all about this.) In fact, I just decided to add some photos!! I made the loaves to thank my friend Stan who fixed my lamp that is so necessary for my work, but, more importantly, so that Duc can sleep on the Calvin Klein pillow beneath its warmth. Tsk.”
Here are the photos I mentioned in my message:
“YOU MADE THAT???? and without an apron?????”
Susan is one of my best friends. Well, she was…
So dear Guides, In keeping with our Agreement, I am respectfully inviting a comment from you. However…
Oh, oh…you suspect we wouldn’t have anything to add to this show of domestic gaiety? We do.
Okay. I’m waiting.
Laughter and tears. Both need no words. Everyone understands both.
True. I remember standing on a corner in Munich as a young woman, hearing someone laugh heartily and thinking it was someone who spoke my language.
Yes, she did.
Through your deep friendship with Susan, you both enjoy intelligent humour with one another. You often share humour that resides in the soul.
We laugh at ourselves a lot. We love stories of funny things children say or do. We get a great kick out of human nature.
Laughter is not humour if it is at the expense of another. Your humour often displays knowledge of another human to an intimate degree, but is often simply looking in the mirror.
It’s true that when Susan and I talk about other people, we are usually exploring, trying to understand human nature. Often it is so we can understand ourselves. We have a lot to share about our own lives when we finally find time to get together. Our good-bye often includes, “Well, here we are…unfinished as usual.” Both of us love people, but not gossip.
Gossip is the single most destructive factor in building and maintaining unity. Gossip spawns negativity with the idle and undisciplined. Gossip escapes those minds readily and can spread destruction like a wild fire in a parched land.
On the other hand, the Internet supports the building of unity. It is one of its purposes. It is a powerful means of building understanding, cooperation and respect. It is best used responsibly. The Universe listens. What is the message you want to be responsible for?
That’s bringing the responsibility home. But that’s no different from any aspect of life. We readily express what lives in our souls. But it is a challenge to communicate laughter over the Internet. Would I know when someone was writing in tears? We have no sure-fired way to portray those universal bonding agents.
More and more humans are willing to trust intuition, their sensing powers. More have the courage to reach out to people who may otherwise be ignored. This may seem like a very small step, but it is the underpinnings of a transformation that is beyond any experience you have yet known on this planet. Love is the fuel of all. Have no embarrassment over the nudge toward loving kindness. Be fearless in taking action. Reach and connect.
Guides, the way you can turn blog articles into teachable moments makes me think you were all parents at one time.
Perhaps we still are. Laugh with love. Cry with compassion.