She Taught Me to Eat Artichokes! The title of this blog comes from a lovely keepsake book about friendship, written by Kay Shanley. However, it represents a much deeper meaning for me, and one that has withstood the test of time.
When I was 11 years old, my mother taught me how to eat artichokes. It may seem like a simple task for any parent to teach a child. But coming from a young single mother of two, stricken with Multiple Sclerosis, simple every day tasks were quite a battle.
I am not sure how my mother came to love artichokes, or how she ever learned to cook and eat them. But, I am glad that she passed this tradition on to me. I too, have taught my daughter how to eat artichokes. And, every time I taste the sweet offerings of a leaf, I am reminded of the gentle spirit, beautiful smile, and eloquent words my mother offered to those around her.
Fourteen years ago on this day, I held my mother's hand as she passed away at the young age of 55. It seems only fitting, on the heels of this Veteran's Day, to pay tribute to my mother, a veteran of strength, character, charm, wit, positive spirit, goodness and mercy. She had a big heart and she taught me to eat artichokes. Thank-you Mom. I love you and miss you!
