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@purpleshirt
by huulari85
Stay Cozy art print by ohjessmarie
Frances
A cute family story.
There's a history of pickled beets in my family. Growing up in the great depression meant that for my grandma that was sometimes the only thing available to eat and she HATES them. But my grandpa loved them so she would always buy a jar and when he opened the jar she'd be all the way in the next room and somehow just KNOW he was opening the jar of beets. She'd come running into the kitchen just to tell him 'yuck!'
Years pass, grandpa died, my dad got into the habit of taking her out to eat at places with a salad bar so we could make sure we all get our greens. He'd always pick out a few pickled beets for himself. Grandma would point at them and say 'yuck!'
Years pass, my grandma is getting on in years. She has a Facebook account, but she just kind of treats it like a family newsletter and barely actually interacts with anyone and just kind of lurks. She has an aide to help her around the house and keep her company and do things that are hard for her. She can't really type anything because last month she had a stroke that messed with her spatial reasoning and typing is hard.
A few days ago, I told Facebook that I had pickled beets on a taco and it was pretty good. My grandmother, age 96, alerted her aide that it was imperative that she reply. And so her aide Naiya, age 22, on behalf of the matriarch of the family, got on her Facebook specifically to tell me...
'Yuck.'
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by zeewipark
“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”
— Unknown
a good meal can leave you flat on your back helpless tender and open, a good poem can set your head on fire, a good book can make you feel like the walls of the world have blown open, a good song can shift everything in your life just a little to the left. these are very serious things & not to be reckoned with
i wanted a photo of them facing the ocean so i could get their collars. not a single one of them could figure out what i was asking. this is what i ended up with
eating fresh fruit outside in the warm sunshine is as heavenly of an experience as there is. i'm sure of it
The Emptiness Follows
by adamkylejackson
Christ chargeth me to believe his daylight at midnight.
- Samuel Rutherford