Teaspoon Treasures

Samantha looked at the teaspoon. It had been her grandma’s. A treasure containing a story. Her grandma had stolen it from a rich family she had worked for. They never noticed, she would say with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Too much money, she would then say adding a tut. Whenever anyone important was round for tea she made sure to give them the good teaspoons.

Her grandma had been a kind woman. Smiling, sweet and loving. She had been a hard-working young woman until her family came along, and then she worked harder still at the more crucial job of wife and mother. It was when she was a grandmother that she shone though. She taught her grandkids everything, how to cook, clean, grow edibles and take good care of one’s appearance, all whilst smiling and laughing. Her grandchildren loved her for it. It was a cliché, they were not rich with material goods, but they were rich in love.

Samantha sighed and put the spoons in a “to keep” box, wondering what she herself would leave to her grandchildren one day.

Nostalgia is a bittersweet emotion; it entails the act of recalling complicated memories of bygone days.
Nostalgia is a bittersweet emotion; it entails the act of recalling complicated memories of bygone days.

Originally written in response to:

  • Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge (#WQWWC) – Recollections

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A Night at the Theatre

She sat in the theatre seat fidgeting impatiently. A night out with her daughter and granddaughter what could be more exciting. The wonderful curve of the theatre balcony giving them great views of the seats, although maybe, they were just a little higher than she would have liked. She wondered if it was a musical, or an orchestral concert or even a play. Glancing round at her daughter and granddaughter, she decided to ask for some hints.

“Is it a musical, concert or a play? You could at least give me that hint?” My granddaughter looked at her mother and they both grinned.

“It’s kind of a play, but with a few music elements in it?” She nodded, she did enjoy a good play. Even better with a bit of music to break things up.

“Is it something I will have heard of?” She asked enquiringly.

“Yes, grandma, I’m sure you will have heard of it before.” Again, another little giggle escaped from her granddaughter’s mouth. Kids these days, really did get excited easily. Grandma glance around the theatre it was packed. Excellent news as the little local theatres struggled these days. She was even happier to note that it was a mixed age group attending.

“Em love, it seems to be all woman that are here?”

“Yeah grandma, it really is a play aimed at woman more than anything. It has had some excellent reviews though.”

The excitement in the large hall erupted as the lights went down. When the music started, she was horrified.full monty

“Emma! This is the Full Monty” Her daughter and granddaughter burst out laughing loudly.

“I know grandma you’ll love it, just wait and see.”


……….That night as she climbed into bed beside her snoring husband, he woke up just enough to ask her if she had enjoyed her play.

“Yea actually I really did. Especially the part with the horse.” Her husband nodded and drifted off back to sleep, his mind trying to remember which plays featured a horse. Deciding it would be some boring stuffy thing he decided it was best not to ask.

Originally written for Ronovan Writes Friday Fiction on the theme – Concert. Pop Over to check out some more creative stories.

Grandma’s Night Out

A few months ago my mother arranged a visit down to stay with me for a few days and brought my grandma with her. I have glorious memories from my upbringing are of my mother taking myself (and sometimes my grandma) to the theatre, so I decided it would be a lovely surprise to book a night at the theatre for us. What was on at the theatre?

The Full Monty!”

This was a stage production of the actual movie so not just some sleazy stripping, but let’s face it, it’s still a movie about stripping! What to do? My wonderful plans were already going of course, so I thought sod it! And booked them anyway.

I had a discussion with my best friend and we decided in for a penny in for a pound and her and her mother joined us. Worst case scenario my grandma would hate it and if so my OH happily agreed he would pick her up and take her back home. My mum and grandma arrived and after exchanging greetings and news we sat down to a lovely dinner Darling OH had prepared, I decided this was the moment to unveil my surprise and passed the envelope with the tickets. On opening, my mother thought they were for the pantomime (the theatre company had included an advertisement on the back of the tickets), when I told her to read it again. She burst out laughing and I explained I thought it would be a nice treat and we’d make a girly evening of it.

We got ready, OH dropped us off and we full montymade our way inside. The seats I booked were the cheapest and literally the back row of the theatre, practically in the rafters (I hadn’t thought this through as I have a disabled mother and a grandma with me!) but we got to our seats and waited for the show to start – the small theatre was packed out. Half an hour, my mum and my grandma were giggling along with the rest of us. Nothing to worry about at all. In fact the funniest bit of the evening was my grandma rolling her eyes and saying “yeah right” at one of the scenes, this made my mother and I laugh even harder!..

We now have even more treasured memories of the theatre, although entirely different from those previously.

I wonder if I can book magic mike for next year?…

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Memory Games

strawberry jamShe runs towards me, her face a delight, with the treasure in her hands. Her freckled face is red and sticky and I know she has gorged herself on as many strawberries as have made the punnet. I move along the row to the find a better spot with bigger juicier strawberries as that is her dads favourites.  Focussing on the task I carefully tease the strawberries from the plants hoping not to drop any.
Stopping for a break I look up and she is gone. I scramble to my feet grab my punnets and began to walk up and down the rows looking for any sign of her, her bright red hair should be unmissable.  I start to get frantic, what will her dad think if I go back and tell him I’ve lost her. Tears of desperation begin to streak down my face as I walk back to the car park.
As I approach I hear a shriek of delight come from the farm-house and rush round the corner. There she is, her green wellies sticking up in the air as she rolls around with a bundle of puppies. Another burst of high-pitched giggling escapes her and I call her name. The wide grin and cheeky dimples show she’s enjoyed her moments of freedom. I pay for the punnets and make our way to the car, before we get there the questions out…”Gran, do you think dad will let me get a dog?”
My first memory is of my gran taking me to a strawberry farm, I don’t remember wandering off (although I was frequently reminded of it) but remember with delight the puppies.

Inspired by todays daily prompt – reverse shot

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