Way back, when I was only three
and Aunt Loretta sat for me,
Uncle Erwin put me on his knee.
He taught me a crucial skill for life:
how to eat butter off a knife.
When I was little my parents hired Loretta Kleinschmidt to clean house and 'sit' for me on Tuesdays and Thursdays when my mom was at work. She was strict, exacting, and loved me like a grandchild, and became my "Aunt Loretta." She didn't drive, so sometimes my mom would get her, but frequently her husband, Erwin (pronounced Ervin) would come to our house to get her when he was finished with his work for the day, as a carpenter. And that's when I learned about the wonders of butter. Sadly, but maybe not surprisingly Uncle Erwin died of a heart attack December 26, 1985. Aunt Loretta is dead now too, but I still remember them both with love.
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Such sweet people...............
ReplyDeleteSo charming. I never had butter till 4th grade! It is a very sweet poem. Thanks so much for participating. k.
ReplyDeleteOh, what happened in 4th grade I wonder? Thanks Karin, I had sort of forgotten about this until you prompt, so I thank you for it!
DeleteOne skill that always comes in handy
ReplyDeleteThose people who teach us unlikely skills--which no one should live without--are the ones who stayed with us forever.
ReplyDeleteForgot to say, "Mmm, butter!" I'm on this terrible diet (tummy issues), so I have to enjoy my butter through others *sigh*.
DeleteI remember how much I loved butter the first time .. what bliss compared to margarine.. but I have never eaten it off a knife :-)
ReplyDeleteHaha, good for you!
DeleteSweet tribute.
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Thank you R.K.
DeleteOh, wonderful, just made me smile and sigh at that fond memory.
ReplyDeleteThanks Debi, me too actually.
DeleteAmazing!
ReplyDeleteTthanks.
DeleteWonderful to have loving people in one's memories of childhood. I hope the little ones I look after remember me as fondly.
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm sure they will. :o)
DeleteGood, Mary. But, ... my dad ate butter all his life and live to be 97? Sort of like my cardiologist's dietician warned me, "You can eat anything but do it in moderation." (I don't eat butter unless the cook puts it in. I eat
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Oops, I looked in the fridge but this had posted. I eat Smart Balance.
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Haha - you know I eat very little butter these days, but when one is 3...well ...
DeleteThis is just delightful, Mary--and it's amazing I'm even still alive after all the butter and other substances I was regaled with as a child. (They say you never lose a fat cell once you make it. ;_)) I love the child's sense of being cared for in this--some just know how to make us feel that way--special, and loved.
ReplyDeleteHa - I should say that I do not still eat butter off a knife! And thank you.
DeleteAlways loved butter and knowing how to eat it of a knife is important! Lovely memories Mary.
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Thanks Anna. :o)
ReplyDeleteCompletely off topic but I'm reminded of the skit about Barbara Streisand and how she said "buttah". Or was that Walters? Either way, a charming pen ~
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