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"For the spirit of Christmas fulfils the greatest hunger of mankind."
~Loring A. Schuler
That is where all things big and small are made. This place we call home. It is a little different for us all, like an assortment of cookies for a Holiday party at Christmas Eve. For some it is a wonderful mix in a bowl and others it is a burned and crumbly mess, but it is what it is. All our integrity, hopes, cares, sense of what matters are born and bred here, like the mixing of the oatmeal, the sugar, and the butterscotch chips. We become a batch stirred and baked for all to see when we leave those kitchen walls.
In the kitchen I grew up in, my father was the nurturer and cook. He was the one that tucked us in bed, wiped on the vicks vapor rub when we were sick, checked to make sure we were covered up at night, and baked us cookies and fruit cake to give our teachers at Christmas time. It was a wonderful ritual that we had every year to make a batch of butterscotch cookies to enjoy and share with others during the Holiday season. My father being an aeronautics engineer was a true perfectionist. Things were always in their place and measured perfectly, so you can imagine that baking cookies was quite the endeavor. It was an experience that I consider to be a beautiful gift of time with my Dad. We made more than butterscotch cookies all those Christmas's ago, we made wonderful memories that are a little morsel of the person I am today.
My Dad and I Christmas 1982.
