Wednesday, November 25, 2009
You would think that if I were going to write a post about my Dad that there would be a photo of him. No, this warming cover is more a portrait of my Dad then a photo would be.
It's a warming cover for food from World War II. It brings back the most delicious memories for me each time I see it. I use it often, especially on the weekends when I allow myself a large country breakfast.
Dad was in the Navy. He headed up the Cook and Baker's school in Portsmouth, NH. The base was a place where German prisoners were held during the war until they were released and returned home. My Dad always loved to cook and it is amaizng that during the time he was in the service he helped to provide nourishment for those who needed it so much.
After the war we always waited with great anticipation on the weekends for Dad's homemade biscuits. Oh my gosh. They were about two inches high. I have never been able to match his exquisite creations. But, as I eat my home made biscuits on the weekend and use the warming cover, he's there with me, each and every time. Dad's secret for fabulous biscuits was a teeny bit of beer .........he was in the "beer business" as he said after the service.
It's funny how one thing jogs all the memories. When Dad died, of his personal belongings, all I wanted was this Navy issued warming cover and the Readers Digest condensed books that he had accumulated. In my mind's eye I remember him falling asleep at night reading these books. Others might have wanted jewelry or something of value, but I must say each time I look up at the bookshelves and see those books or use the warming tray on the weekends, my memories of my Dad are as strong as ever. They are treasures and priceless.
Do you have something from loved ones or friends that jog your memory on a regular basis? Isn't it wonderful?