When Janet was 12 years old, her mother emigrated to the United States. In Jamaica there were many families like hers, where moms or dads had to work outside the country to support their families. The act of leaving in order to strengthen a family's resources was a powerful act of love and sacrifice, but to twelve-year old Janet, it represented it's own challenges.”
I onced asked my granddaughter what she would say when people asked what she remembered about her grandmother. I expected her to say something like, “she taught me how to knit;” or, “she made the most delicious cream cheese French toast.”
If you've ever read Proust's "Remembrance of Things Past" you will understand where I'm going with this. Proust's narrator takes a bite of a madeleine and is instantly transported to another time and place in which he reunites with all the characters and places and events of his far-away past.
I had not eaten tomato soup in about 30 years. I could not find my mother's tomato soup. Each winter, when I went to Florida, friends and relatives would assure me that they had found THE restaurant that served Momma's tomato soup. I tried each and every one of them and always came away disappointed.
It all started when I was about 4 years-old. I was in Spain with my father, mother and older brother. I was in the kitchen, ready for my food to come. My great-aunt, my father’s aunt, was cooking the food. I saw her teaching my mom how to make a delicious dish called ‘’pollo con salsa de ajo,’’ also known as ‘’Chicken with Garlic Sauce.’’