Gratitude brings a shift in consciousness. It can literally change your neural pathways to allow you to feel happiness more easily. I hope that these posts inspire you to think of your own: Ten Things of Thankful!
A Facebook friend, thank you Shelly Altman, posted a picture of The Forum Cafeteria, which brought up a treasure trove of memories.
1. On Friday nights I would often have a sleepover at my grandparents. In a family of 4 kids, soon to be 5, I loved getting plenty of individual attention from two loving and kind people.
2. It was quiet, a true luxury coming from a big, loud family.
3. I could read as much as I wanted to, usually sinking down in a big comfy chair or in the hammock on the front porch. Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew were my go-to’s.
4. Saturday mornings my grandmother (Baubie) and I would catch the bus on the corner to Downtown. It has to be capitalized because it was that important. Her friends and neighbors would be on the bus and I loved listening to their conversations. Looking back I remember thinking how old they all were and now I realize that I’m 10 years older then they were!
5. The first thing we would do is go to The Forum Cafeteria for lunch. It was an incredibly beautiful art deco landmark where a full meal was $1.29, including dessert.
6. Next to The Forum was The Nankin. But those adventures won’t start for another ten years.
6. Lunch was always fun, but the real purpose of the trip came next. Right in the middle of downtown Minneapolis was our own little neighborhood. We would walk out of the restaurant’s big front doors and there was Badiner Jewelry store. We would visit with our extended family who owned the shop and with their extended family who officed in the basement.
7. What I didn’t know was that my future husband was usually there on Saturday mornings too. The extended family who officed there? He was Bob’s next door neighbor and the father of his best friend. All of those years that our paths crossed and we never met.
8. My favorite memory: As we left the store and started crossing the street, the light changed. My grand started getting nervous so I put my arm through the crook of hers and started to gently guide her across: Come on, Baubie, you can do it! We were both laughing like crazy by the time we got there. I was about 10 and this was the first time that I had been called on to help her. It felt really good.
9. Our next stop, Greeting Card Center, owned by her son, my Uncle Barney. They sold all of the tricks that a young aspiring magician could dream of. My Auntie Sally and cousin Gary would often be there too. And again, little did I know that it was a favorite destination for my future husband.
10. I felt truly loved.