r (reposeremembers) wrote in repose, @ 2020-04-16 08:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | fiach blackstone, ~plot: memories |
[Memory]
What: Memory.
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: Viewing
Warning, this memory contains: Happiness! Y'all seem deprived of it!
In the week leading up to Good Friday it always smells like baking in the house. Mama is constantly in the kitchen baking, humming. Her tunes of choice alternate between hymns or current popular music, depending on what's on the radio. (She only turns on the religious station for three different hosts, the others annoy her with their constant admonishing of people who are just there living their lives).
You like it best when it's the current music, anyway. Sometimes everyone joins in. You don't always help out, you just like to sit and watch mama mixing and shaping and decorating. And it doesn't matter that these piles and piles of lovely sugary things aren't for you, because every so often she'll say she's baked an odd number accidentally, or there's some that are a little burnt. Then they come to you and your sisters. And after dinner mama usually brings out something special she's found the time to bake during the day.
All the others are going into the baskets for the church family. It's wonderful. The best part is on the Thursday night when you all come home from school and mama lets you off of homework so that you can all help to decorate the baskets and boxes. Sometimes it's coloring, sometimes it's tying bows. And it's so, so tempting to sneak something off of the plates of things that are waiting to fill the boxes, but you know mama has worked out the contents of every one of them and she'll know if something is missing.
Good Friday is as exciting as Christmas! Which is odd, because it's all church and no presents, but everyone is so happy and everyone is laughing, and the hymns are really upbeat. You wear your best clothes and everyone compliments you, even though you're a kid. You get told by everyone how much you've grown, even though it was only a week since you last saw them. And then the baskets and boxes are handed out and you're thanked for those, too, even though you just tied the bows. But you take the thanks because it's for your mama, and she's so wonderful in her summer dress covered in flowers, breezing around the church. Papa pretends he isn't watching, chats with the other men, but he does look, and he has so much love in his eyes.
You already know you want to look at someone with that kind of love in your eyes one day. Someone in a beautiful dress who radiates sunlight. You want that.
The goose for Sunday is in the fridge, but dinner on Good Friday is something else. Mama and papa work on it together. It's stuffed jacket potatoes and salad, and the best salmon in the world. You don't know how papa makes it, but it's incredible. And then mama has a pile of left overs from the baskets and another big cake and you have no idea how she does it! She's magic! And you know whenever you smell this sweet baking smell you're always going to remember this.