Linen Memories in the Breeze

Memories of linen

In the old days Hubby Dear used to travel a lot. And much like the merchant in the classic fairy tale of  Beauty and the Beast, my husband would ask his two girls what they wanted him to bring back from his travels.  And like the good little girls they were, they replied “Nothing”.
Because they knew that in any case,  he would come back home like Santa Claus, laden with goodies: toys and chocolates and perfumes and stuff beyond their young imaginations.
On one such journey, he brought back home an exquisitely worked linen table cloth (from a Poland still behind the Iron Curtain) that brings back memories of Wedel’s chocolate wafer cake, Crystal candelabra and beer mugs with carved pewter tops.

 

 

Last night, after many years,
I took out the white linen table cloth and spread it on my teak wood table.
Our guests were special
And so I thought
Merited a special table.

With dinner done, I cleared the plates
and found some stains
That spoiled the white.

My pristine, precious table cloth had spots
That had to be scrubbed away.This morning when the sun was up
I soaked the cloth in soapy suds.
I scrubbed and scrubbed and washed
The stains and left the cloth to dry.All day long the table cloth
fluttered in a teasing breeze.
The  blazing sun drew out spots
And by evening it was back to white
With just a hint of blackish marks.

I realized then that memories
Happy and pleasuresome
though well may be,
Leave behind  traces,
Marks and spots
That stain the cloth eternally.

Image of Linen in the breeze

My Polish linen table cloth hand embroidered with a hint of pink in white  floral patterns, edged with hand made lace and highlighted with delicate  cut away circles

My city peeping from behind the table cloth

 

A lot  has changed since this post appeared on this blog 9 years ago. For starters my view has changed . No longer do I have an unrestricted view. Instead my sky is getting crowded with more and more high rises shooting up each day.

I still have the tablecloth and it comes out each time I entertain…. creating more memories for it to remember and me to cherish.

Ciao

 

Image for Unishta

 

 

Unishta

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters. When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!

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7 Responses

  1. Robin says:

    Not spots. Memories. Of times well spent with those we love.———————————–My photography is now available for purchase – visit Around the Island Photography and bring home something beautiful today!

  2. Laura says:

    beautiful photo and insight into memories left behind.

  3. Shilpa Gupte says:

    First of all, I like this cool, new look, Sunita! I am visiting you after quite some time and loved this pleasant surprise!
    Your linen table cloth does hold in it a lot of memories for you to think of whenever you bring it out. Am wondering what is it at my home that holds in it memories pleasant and sour from my Life! 🙂

    • Unishta says:

      I’m trying out new looks because that’s the only way I learn !
      There must be so many things in your house too – a tea pot ? A carpet ? A picture frame ?
      Coming to think of it , almost every object on our lives is associated with a memory isn’t it ?

  4. Shalzmojo says:

    Nice take on the spots on the linen tablecloth. Love the fluttering view and your writeup on that too Sunita! The blog has been looking good – great to see you experimenting!!

    • Unishta says:

      Thanks Shalz. Coming from you that’s heartening . I have been experimenting with the blog and hope to generate more interesting content

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