Today when I got to Ms. Charlsie’s, she was sitting in her living room chair with two bowls. One with apples and the other with the peels she was removing from them. When I went to the kitchen to sort her meds, she got up and came to the kitchen table to visit with me while she worked the apples and I worked up her pills.
While she slices, she makes conversation… asking about my day and telling about the events of hers.
I love our talks. We talk about the apples and the applesauce she’ll make. We talk about the foods she’ll bake. She shares about the many gardens she and Hardy raised, or how as a girl her folks would raise hogs for slaughter and the meat would be hickory smoked or salt-cured.
Charlsie is 91 years old. She has nearly a century of wisdom to share with me and I’m happy to sit and listen … and learn.