Pecans
The holidays are coming...it used to be my favorite time of the year, Cassi's too. Last year I just did my best to ignore the holidays, I suppose I will this year as well.
Holidays are not holidays without Cassi, Life is not life without Cassi.
When she was in kindergarten I had a part time receptionist job and didn't make very much money at all. I had a natural knack for baking so I began making and selling cakes to make a little extra money. I did a few wedding cakes, birthday cakes, etc. but my biggest sellers were around the holidays when I would make old-fashioned home-made cakes...sometimes I would be working over 12 hours at a time to get my orders out...a LOT of Red Velvets, Butternuts, Lane Cakes...lots of cakes that required pecans. I was always on the look-out for good deals on large quantities of pecans because they were too expensive to buy in the grocery store. I would buy gallons of them from little old ladies in the country but I never seemed to have enough. One day Cassi came home from school all excited with a gift for me. She pulled out 3 pecans from her little pocket and told me she had found them on the playground. Turns out, during recess she had been scouring the ground under an ancient pecan tree for pecans and had finally found some for me. I still have those pecans...in a plastic bag, in a box of treasures.
That was My Cassi.
Holidays are not holidays without Cassi, Life is not life without Cassi.
When she was in kindergarten I had a part time receptionist job and didn't make very much money at all. I had a natural knack for baking so I began making and selling cakes to make a little extra money. I did a few wedding cakes, birthday cakes, etc. but my biggest sellers were around the holidays when I would make old-fashioned home-made cakes...sometimes I would be working over 12 hours at a time to get my orders out...a LOT of Red Velvets, Butternuts, Lane Cakes...lots of cakes that required pecans. I was always on the look-out for good deals on large quantities of pecans because they were too expensive to buy in the grocery store. I would buy gallons of them from little old ladies in the country but I never seemed to have enough. One day Cassi came home from school all excited with a gift for me. She pulled out 3 pecans from her little pocket and told me she had found them on the playground. Turns out, during recess she had been scouring the ground under an ancient pecan tree for pecans and had finally found some for me. I still have those pecans...in a plastic bag, in a box of treasures.
That was My Cassi.
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What a very sweet story and such a precious child, your Cassi! I visualized her handing you the treasure of those pecans and it brought a smile to my heart.
Gina, just continue to do or not do what feels right for you. I know the holidays can be very difficult as we miss our children so very much. Take care dear friend.
With Love and a big tight hug,
Diane
That is such a precious memory for you Gina. Thanks, for sharing the story with us. It actually put a smile on my face :)
((((HUGS)))), Julia