Category: Autobiographical

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Summertime and the living is easy … or so they say

Summertime always manages to fly by. Perhaps due to the progression of the years, or being super busy, or doing the need to catch up things at home, but before I know it, it’s another Labor Day weekend.

From the bittersweetness of youth, I recall with fondness the feeling of freedom come July, the barbeques, the beach time, and time to spend with family and friends which I might not have otherwise. Summer comes and summer goes, and season follows season.

This summer in particular had its ups and downs. I did manage to clean out a few closets, read some wonderful books, write (a little bit more), and get to the gym (when I could). The high points being time with family, near and far, a visit to cousins in Ireland, a trip to family in Oklahoma, and the gathering with friends. I will carry those sweet memories with me into the cooling days of autumn. A road tour around the lovely picturesque towns in Cornwall, England which included a tour of the film setting for my beloved BBC show Doc Martin offered an opportunity to learn a bit more of British culture and history. The low point came with the death of my beloved dog Murphy. He had been in our family for eleven years, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. Summer had always been our quality time with trips to the parks and longer walks at sunset.

Soon it will be time to pack away the beach bag, the travel totes, and gear up for a busy autumn. Like the myriad photos captured by my phone’s camera, memories will be there for me to reflect upon and remind me that summer does return.

Murphy

Murphy celebrated his birthday on April 1st.

… more than a pet

He came to us as an eight week old rescue, a mixed Black Labrador retriever, and a “replacement” pet for Maxi, the Yellow Labrador who died months earlier. I resisted getting another dog until a co-worker, animal lover herself, who noticed how much I grieved over Maxi, kept hounding me to get a dog. I felt that if I do get another dog, it would be a mixed breed but mostly Labrador and a puppy. I also wanted to rescue a dog.

So, in the Spring of 2008, I began to search websites, pet adoption days at Petco and other places, and still no dog. I came across an ad for a Black Labrador retriever, and within a week, I found our puppy through a dog rescue in Lyndhurst, New Jersey.

Murphy came to us in June 2008. He had been a rescue from somewhere in North Carolina, emaciated, and filled with worms. We took him in, got him healthier, and he thrived with a bit of TLC.

Although initially we took him for training at the Petco obedience dog training school, it was Murphy who “trained us”. Over the years, eleven of them, we bonded with Murphy. He also gave us a lot of love, loyalty, laughter, and purpose. In addition, he welcomed everyone to our home even if they didn’t like dogs as much as we did.

This month we learned that Murphy’s time with us would soon end. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It had spread from his liver to his lungs, and there was nothing the vets could do to save him. We had to bid our final and sad farewell to him at the animal hospital. I experienced a similar pain of grief with my last dog, Maxi, and it is never easy.

Now I understand why people have so-called therapy dogs or cats or parrots or whatever. They provide so much — unconditional love, companionship, and protection — they truly are therapy.

I will miss you, Murphy! May you rest in peace!

Walking most evenings with Murphy was a pleasure.

Tea and Sympathy

I am a tea drinker. Oh, I enjoy my morning coffee, but I drink more tea than coffee.

My favorites are Earl Grey, Chai, and Jasmine teas. I also enjoy lemon with ginger, green teas, and cinnamon teas.

The habit began in my childhood. Having an Irish grandmother who consumed a fair amount of tea in her time, I was introduced to tea before I ever tried coffee. Nanny Smith lived with my family on Staten Island, and it became our ritual to drink afternoon tea together. I would come home from school, and I would make us both a cup of tea and chat about our day. Usually, we drank Lipton tea which she bought at the A&P in New Dorp.

Plus, we had the occasional cookies or bakery goods that had been delivered by the Holterman’s bakery nearby.Those were special times. Generally, we had crackers or buttered toast or tea by itself.

Tea with milk and sugar seemed the cure-all for colds, chills, fever, and the winter blues.

The idea of a coffee hour came in my late teens when I had a summer job at a bank where the entire office stopped at mid-morning for a coffee break. At that time, I worked for the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, and it was a welcome respite to pause after counting checks to have a cup of coffee, a snack of some kind, and chat awhile. Coffee began to replace my tea in the morning and at midday. Yet, I still had my tea sometime during the day.

Over the year, I had the opportunity to travel, and I learned that tea is a favored drink in many countries especially in Ireland, land of my maternal ancestors. My first trip to the Erin isle proved fun and one of an inordinate amount of tea consumption as there was tea in the morning, tea with lunch, tea in the late afternoon, and tea after dinner. Tea and sympathy is an expression that rings true as it was often over tea that stories were told, condolences made, and friendships rekindled.

I drank mint tea in a glass in Tangiers, tea and crumpets in Bermuda, afternoon tea with sandwhiches in London, a Victorian tea in Cape May, New Jersey, and a variety of teas elsewhere. I still drink the type of tea which my maternal grandmother favored, Lipton, and I think of those times we had long ago.