Spaces Between Words: A Memoir
Oatmeal raisin cookies, sweet aromatic scent, warm clear steam floating in front of me like a pastry vision. Aunt Mary, brown like her cookies, lifts the plate and moves it away from me, and tells me to eat my dinner, to wait for dessert. Impatiently, I tell her that I had to have a cookie right then. (At four years old I couldn’t wait).
Behind her, I see a train track suspended in the air just beyond her kitchen window. It is in the near distance and I wonder why the train track is so high up and how in the world anybody or even how the train gets to that lofty spot in the lower half of the sky.
My mind drifts back to the sweet aroma of freshly baked oatmeal raisin cookies, Aunt Mary moving them further away from me, and my yearning to touch the bumpy texture with my fingertips, and then to finally lift the sweetness to my tongue. Wild-eyed, I stare at the retreating plate. “Aunt Mary,” I gasp. “I have to have one, now!”
It was at that moment she paused. Tall, square shouldered, regally Cherokee, her ebony eyes softened, her words whispered low like a night wind. “Here,” stealthily, she slipped a round warm cookie into the palm of my pale hand. She smelled sweet like her cookies. Like a sacrament, I quietly accepted the special exemption I had been granted.
My cousins passed around me unaware of a wish that had been granted and unaware of a bond that had been forged. My Cherokee Aunt Mary smiles at me in amber hues somewhere down the darkened cavernous road where kinship and bloodlines blur, and I know that she is just as much a part of me as I was of her.
2019 Copyright, Jenny W. Andrews
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Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think.This excerpt is from a rough draft of my memoir. I have been writing on it and reworking it for a couple of years now. Maybe one day I will try to find a literary agent to help me publish it. If anyone knows a reputable literary agent please let me know. Thanks.
2 thoughts on “Aunt Mary: Oatmeal Raisin Cookies”
What a beautiful life memories you have in there about you Aunty. In my mind’s eyes I could literally picture a little with an expectant smile standing before a tall woman …..
Thank you, Mercy. Yes, my Aunt Mary was like sunshine in my heart-she was warm, loving, and so kind. I look back at her photos and still miss her after all these years. She passed away a long time ago.