Sunday, August 14, 2011

simple goodness

here is our first humble potato from the garden




cut up and cooked in butter - that's all



when my grandmother was a young mom in WW2 France
a neighbor brought her a potato from their garden
she sat on the stoop and wept as she ate that potato raw
she wept for her hungry children inside her house
she wept for herself
and she wept for the baby growing inside her

13 comments:

my cup of tea said...

Wow, what a story! Your grandmother was a very brave lady! It makes you look at that potato in a totally different way. Hope you are enjoying your Sunday.
~Donna~

Jill said...

I was reading about the famine in Africa in the paper this morning. There just aren't words. May we all do what we are called to do to help. Beautiful post.

Elizabeth said...

And here you are -- paying attention to her and the simplest things.

Bleubeard and Elizabeth said...

I bet that potato was a godsend for your Grandmother. Very touching story and I like how you tied it to the potato from your own garden.

Gayle said...

A beautiful post....giving, delicious, simple and sad. xx

Terri Kahrs said...

Sometimes the most simple pleasure have the most meaning. Thank you for sharing your family's story with us, Kimmie. And . . . enjoy your time away from the Matrix. I've just logged back in after a two week break. Summer is dwindling quickly, so enjoy! Hugs, Terri xoxo

Dosfishes at Sparkle Days Studios said...

Beautiful post Kimmie. It is the elemental things that matter most. xox Corrine

Sue said...

Simply deliciously touching.

girlunwinding said...

gorgeous golden color. To appreciate the simple things, the small gestures, is to understand our connection with the Universe. All is one.
Have a wonderful beginning to your week :-)
Peace~
Dawn

~*~Patty S said...

beautiful
and
beautiful
dear Kimmie
oxo

rebecca said...

you conjure lifetimes of longing in a single potato.

today your origami post is featured as part of my crescendoh guest curator week.
just know how honored i am to share a glimpse into the beauty of you!

Halle said...

Amazing story to be passed down. Thanks for sharing it with us.

Sallyanne said...

Thank you for remembering this story. Liv, so well named, was a strong, brave and always optimistic woman--an example for her daughter and her granddaughter. Beautiful potato! I can almost taste it! :)