Imagine dinner with the daughters of your mom’s BFFs! Oh yeah!! We have seen each other randomly over the years, but never all together and never with the wine flowing. Is there such a thing as a wine-klatch?
We met in our old neighborhood, where one of the daughters bought the home she grew up in. After several bracing hugs and some out-of-this-world garlic bread, we filled our glasses and took a walk to the local park we all still dream about.
On the way, we stopped to take photos in front of each other’s old homes, which for some reason attracted the attention of neighbors who got a kick out of our pilgrimage story.
Once inside the rusty fence of the park, we all spilled (no, not wine) memories – most sweet and some not-so. Deb and I recalled playing with matches and almost burning the park down, if not for my older brother.
It was comfortable listening as many of my own childhood memories were recalled by the others – braiding lanyards, falling in love each summer with the lifeguards, diving for seats on the flaming orange merry-go-round (in my dreams it never stops spinning), almost drowning in the deep end of the pool, lemonade stands under the shade of the weeping willow tree. And yes, the hill we used to sled down is definitely smaller than it used to be.
Eventually, we headed back for a delicious pasta dinner, more bread, pass the wine. Our stories wove back and forth across the table – our Mom’s best meals, the weird neighbors down the street, do you think your mother ever used a vibrator. Okay, yes, at that point we had toasted our moms more than once and the wine was mostly gone. Coffee had been poured and three different desserts were being shared around the table.
There were tears, but mostly laughter and a sense of continuity I had not felt in a long time. I like to think there is a scarred and well-used kitchen table in Heaven (or Happy Happy Land, as my mother used to call it) and our moms were sitting around it that night – coffee in hand – laughing along with us. Cheers!
PS … One of our moms is still with us. I think dinner is at her house next time!