“If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.” Abraham Lincoln
One of the few memories I have of my mother is the “coffee klatches” she and I attended in backyards on sunny summer mornings in Grand Island, Nebraska. Neighbor ladies congregated at ten, with kids in tow, to have a cup of coffee, enjoy each other’s companionship while taking a break from housework.
What a lovely, lost tradition. It was late 1940’s to early 1950’s when we talked with each other face to face and lived at a slower pace. I “took care of” the younger kids. I was eight or younger but I was the big kid that pulled red wagons and tossed balls.
Affirmation: Memories are precious.
Coaching question/request: What’s a small, early memory of another time that is precious to you? Sit with your memory, allow yourself to float back to that time and place; soak in the moment.
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Life after losing a mother 
I had to have been under five, but I remember sitting in my Dad’s lap after dinner while he read the paper. The paper made like a tent around me and I remember feeling so safe in his arms.
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Such a lovely memory! Thanks for sharing.
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Nice memories mom
Winnifred S. da Silva Executive Coach & Leadership Consultant 646-425-5946 winnie@winnifred.org http://www.winniedasilva.com LinkedIn
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It was a different world back then.
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