An amulet. A ring. Tattoos. A phrase we say. The name we give our dog, cat, or child. Throughout life we tend to surround ourselves with things to remind us of somewhere, sometime, or someone we loved. For me, one of those remembrances is a wine opener.
The opener itself has a lot of style. Beautiful curves. Polished edges from the many hands that have used it to bring innumerable wines to life. It unearths corks in such a crafty manner, that it can be daunting to the uninitated. But in the hands of the experienced, it provides the flourish and grace worthy of any grand cru.
Of “Who” or “What” does this artifice stir affections? It is of a savvy lady who was named Alta. A woman filled with style, poise and intelligence. Never one to impose her opinions on others, but if asked gave you the dead honest truth. She could cook a beautiful meal, but never demanded anything other than you try it. Adventurous, beautiful, and witty, she was always a joy to be around. If asked about one of her flowering plants by the front door, she would dead pan reply, “It is a spent penis plant.” A prude may gasp, and Alta eyes would glimmer. But one with a good humor would know they found a friend for life.
She was my grandma.
So for me, even though it has been many years since Alta Reid has left us, everytime I spin out a cork with this vintage opener, I am remembering my grandmother. Her scotch on the rocks when company gathered. The crackers & dips as appetizers, the simple yet beautiful meals. Glimmers of intelligent conversations will echo in my ears, and for a brief moment I will be within the home and heart of one of those who I’ve loved with all of mine.
I’ve shared a bit of my being, so now we implore you to share a bit of yours. What is a part of your life that serves as a rembrance? Share a bit of your humanity. Todd.