It is always interesting to go through your pockets the first time you wear your winter coat for the season.
I can find all sorts of treasures—to-do lists from last year, old receipts or, even memories.
This past week I got out my trusty blue down jacket and I put my hand in the pockets and found a pair of black leather lined gloves. They brought back tons of memories. They were purchased at Marshall Field’s with a gift card given to me by one of my ma’s best friends, Margie. They are dressy gloves: sleek and beautiful and I never had a pair like them, ever. I got black so I could wear them with anything. I figured that would be the most versatile color.
But mostly, when I wear these gloves, I think about Margie and all the kindness she showed me throughout my life. When I was young, she would send me postcards and bring me back souvenirs from her vacations. I recall the homemade anise pizzelles lightly coated with powdered sugar that would make you cough if you inhaled the pizzelle too fast and I remembered that after my mom died, we continued to go out to lunch and visit. Talking with Margie was always a pleasure and it allowed me to savor a direct connection to my mom.
These gloves warm my hands and heart.
I’m Rosie Klepper and that’s my perspective.
