Coffee Memories

by Melanie

I have to confess to having too many coffee cups in my kitchen cabinets. This morning as I opened the cabinet and reached for my favorite coffee mug, I had the fleeting thought of thinning my supply of coffee cups. The thought quickly left as I realized I cannot part with any of them. Each cup or mug is important. Unless I have company, I usually drink from one of four favorite mugs (2 – 16 ounce glass coffee mugs and 2 -16 ounce ceramic mugs). I also have my second favorite mugs which are 12 ounce ceramic mugs from Hershey Park.

The rest of my mugs are for company or cups that I hold onto for sentimental reasons. There are eight cups that match my dinnerware. My children use these cups for their hot chocolate and when they want to dunk cookies in milk. I will also use them when I have company for dinner.

Of course I also have a couple of cups that my children have given me, that I will always keep, but there are other sentimental cups in my cabinets. These cups belonged to my mother.

There are two sets and I keep them because they bring back many different memories. Even though these are not the same cups I remember growing up, since these cups belonged to my mom they bring back childhood memories. The original coffee cups from my childhood are long gone, broken and discarded many years ago. I treasure my mom’s last two sets of coffee cups . Though she didn’t buy theses cups until I was an adult the last sets of coffee cups still bring back many years of memories.

I remember as a young child I loved to dip a piece of buttered bread in my mom’s cup of coffee. She never seemed to mind the butter that melted off the bread and floated in her coffee. I remember when my grandparents lived with us and how they and my mom sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. I remember how proud I was the day I was able to make a pot of coffee for my mom.

Once I began drinking coffee as a teenager we always seemed to enjoy time together over a cup of coffee. Almost every day when I got home from school and mom came home from work, we took time for coffee. It was always a time we could talk and relax. My friends and I also enjoyed going to the diner for burgers and coffee, all long before Friends and Starbucks. When I went away to college, my mom and I continued to drink coffee together though separated by hundreds of miles. When we called on the phone we always seemed to catch each other just as we sat down with a cup of coffee. I also looked forward to my trips home and once again sitting down to coffee together.

After the birth of my children my coffee breaks when they were babies were often spent on the phone with my mom, my sister, brothers or friends. I also looked forward to my weekly visits with my mom. We always had a cup of coffee. Those coffee breaks with mom were great for both of us. We enjoyed the time spent together and she enjoyed seeing her grandchildren.

No matter what was going on in my life, I could count on those cups of coffee to bring a little sanity back into my life. Through tough times and happy times, a cup of coffee just seemed right.

Through the years my mom and I shared many cups of coffee. As my mom’s cancer progressed, she still looked forward to that cup of coffee. During her final day as I sat at home with her I put on a pot of coffee for us. I poured her a cup in her favorite Yankees mug even though I knew she could not drink it. I sat and spoke just like we used to, knowing she could hear me.

When my mom passed we put her favorite mug in with her, it just seemed right. I kept her other coffee mugs. It’s almost five years since my mom passed away, yet it seems like yesterday. On certain days when things get a little hectic, I have coffee in one of her mugs. When I’m done I wash it by hand and put it back in the cabinet.

Those coffee cups hold much more than a cup of coffee, they hold memories. I can’t throw away memories, can you?

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MARIE November 1, 2008 at 4:25 pm

I ALSO HAVE COFFEE MEMORIES, WHEN MY CHILDREN WERE YOUNG & I A YOUNG HOUSEWIFE. MY CHILDREN HAD A PLAY ROOM, BECAUSE THEY SO OFTEN HAD FRIENDS OVER TO PLAY( AND THE ONLY REAL RULE BEING NO FIGHTING & ALL TOYS PICKED UP). WHEN THEIRS MOTHERS CAME TO RETRIEVE THEM I PUT ON A POT OF COFFEE WHILE THE CHILDREN PICKED UP THEIR TOYS. IT WAS A NICE ICE BREAKER FOR MYSELF & THE OTHER MOTHERS TO SIT & CONVERSE OVER COFFEE.

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