Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Percolator!

For better than the minting
   Of a gold crowned king
Is the safe kept memory
   Of a lovely thing.
       Sara Teasdale


Remember the old coffee percolator? I used to watch the one my parents had sitting on the old woodstove, I was mesmerized by its sound and the little glass stopper at the top. The water would be forced to the top and the brown liquid would bubble into the glass. First clear water, then a light brown, and then a very dark brown. The swishing sound followed by a pop making me smile and for some reason, feeling very safe.

My Dad was sitting at the dark wood, crowded table, My Mom standing at the stove chatting about whatever was on her mind. I can still remember my Dad’s white teeth, and his big beautiful smile. He was always reading the newspaper placed in front of him on the table. The TV blaring the news loudly in the background,reminding us there was a big, and sometimes scary world outside our little home.

I would sit and watch this percolator all the while listening to my parents, and watching my brothers and sisters sitting around this table eating the lumpy porridge in their bowls covered with a white liquid mixed with dry lumps, called powdered milk, and one big heaping spoon of brown sugar.

My Mom would remove the percolator from the stove and pour this thick dark brown steaming liquid into the waiting cups. They would both put heaping spoons of white sugar in, and then top it up with a creamy liquid from a red and white Carnation Milk can, the dark brown turning to a beautiful caramel colour. They would stir then lift the cups to their lips and drink. They would stare at the faces of their children, listening to the news in the background while enjoying their coffee and the warmth the woodstove provided in this very cold house, grateful for the security this very crowded home provided.

It is funny I was going to write a story that had been percolating in my head for hours unable to get to paper. When I did get the pen to paper I was reminded, memories lie buried and sometimes they percolate to the top when least expected. I have forgotten the other story now. It will return another day I am sure. 

     Later.

18 comments:

  1. I love childhood memories - thanks for sharing yours!

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  2. Lovely story about the coffee. Amazing what we remember sometimes :)

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  3. This stirs up similar memories for me. Thank you, Buttons.

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  4. Wonderful memories...I can smell the coffee.

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  5. That stirred up some wonderful memories of my grandmother..thanks!

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  6. My Mom still uses a percolator that she's had for over 40 years when she has company for lunch. I'm hoping that someday I'll get to use it...Jim's a big coffee drinker. I can just picture your parents sipping their coffee, watching you kids...you paint a great picture with words!

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  7. A beautiful memory - reminding us that it is the simple things in life which can be the most precious xx

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  8. I tried to document my childhood memories that pop up like this.
    I woke up this morning with a story running through my head. kept telling myself to reach over and grab the notebook off my desk to write it, but sleep once again intervened, and now I forget it.....except that it was about a man named Mr. Roberts, sigh.

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  9. my mother always had the electric percolator type. i included it as a memory of her for her memorial service as the 'gurgle and sigh' of her coffee pot.

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  10. My mother in law says that a stainless steel percolator makes THE BEST coffee ever.

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  11. Funny what bubbles to the top when we start putting words down on paper. Kid memories of a warm home with a loving family are precious.

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  12. I have never been a coffee drinker, but my parents were. I love the sound of coffee makers and the smell of coffee. Waiting on that story...

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  13. I always think the sound and smell of a coffee percolator was very comforting. And I loved carnation cream in it as well, couldn't take in now though, far to sweet.

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  14. I too remember the soothin' sounds those old percolators made.

    It's funny. Every time my hairdresser gets my head in the wash bowl I hear that familiar sound again. Her hot water heater sounds just like the old coffee pot!!!

    God bless ya and have a beautiful day sweetie!!! :o)

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  15. Mom had a glass percolator also. I so remember it on the gas stove while she made dinner and supper. Of course it was the first thing put on in the morning. Your story was so on about the sounds and sight. I can smell the coffee now. Thanks for percolating my memories.

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  16. I also remember the percolators and the carnation milk can (cream) so I searched the T.S. stores until I found both a glass and metal percolator and have them in my "Memory Collection"..
    Another Granny Memory for me:)
    ~~Blessings~~

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  17. I love this memory of your family, I remember percolators played a big part of life in our home too, and for the first few years of my marriage, we had a percolator too. Now I miss that percolator.

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  18. That's a memory of mine too, an aluminum pot on the stove... mmmm love that aroma!

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