Your mention of elderberries brought back a childhood memory. Our family lived in St. Louis, but there was extended family in a farming community called Altenburg. A couple of times a year my father would go there to visit his Uncle Addie (Arthur) to go fishing. When my father returned home, he would always bring some tasty gifts from Uncle Addie - bushels of apples and bottles of homemade elderberry wine. I was fairly young, but I was allowed one very small taste of the wine. So many years later I can still remember the rich, fruit-filled taste of it!
Many thanks for sharing such a wonderful outcome to a gut-wrenching panicky event for you... Bless those young ‘Guardian Angels’ for helping watch over you!
I love this story. The tension was palpable and I am familiar with the feeling of experiencing just a tad of old-ness when I do something that involves memory (to be exact...the LACK of....and distraction. It's so humbling. Your "angels" and their care-taking made me smile.
Love the moment when they circle around without a word spoken... !
It meant so much to me.
Your mention of elderberries brought back a childhood memory. Our family lived in St. Louis, but there was extended family in a farming community called Altenburg. A couple of times a year my father would go there to visit his Uncle Addie (Arthur) to go fishing. When my father returned home, he would always bring some tasty gifts from Uncle Addie - bushels of apples and bottles of homemade elderberry wine. I was fairly young, but I was allowed one very small taste of the wine. So many years later I can still remember the rich, fruit-filled taste of it!
What a great memory, Stevie! Thank you for sharing it.
Kate, I appreciate the story on so many levels. For some reason it’s comforting to know other people make the same mistakes I do. Lol
And speaking of helpers … a friend of mine who just retired after 35 years in cardiology is now in Ukraine volunteering. The world needs good helpers.
Yes, the world needs helpers. Here's to good friends and good helpers.
Many thanks for sharing such a wonderful outcome to a gut-wrenching panicky event for you... Bless those young ‘Guardian Angels’ for helping watch over you!
May we all find our angels when needed.
I love this story. The tension was palpable and I am familiar with the feeling of experiencing just a tad of old-ness when I do something that involves memory (to be exact...the LACK of....and distraction. It's so humbling. Your "angels" and their care-taking made me smile.
They certainly were a blessing that night!