Photo Courtesy of C E Ayr
We gathered at Auntie’s deathbed to share memories..
Gramma reminded Auntie of the day she sold their mother’s spaghetti pot to the “Paper! Rags!” man to buy ice cream.
Mama reminded Auntie of the day she tried to teach us all to make potica, and every one but hers came out like a lead sinker.
Finally, it was my turn.
“Remember at family reunions how all us kids would sneak down the basement to play with Uncle Louie’s whisky decanter? The little boy that pissed whisky?”
Auntie struggled to smile, then whispered, “My Louie, such a filthy sense of humor.”
This is my 100 word response to this weeks photo prompt provided by Rochelle on this weeks Friday Fictioneers
Thru Violet's Lentz 
Good memories
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That sounds like a lovely way to while away the hours. Love the decanter. I’ll pass on the whisky though.
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Nice trip down the memory lane.
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Dear Violet,
Perfect story for the prompt. The photo at the end clinches the deal. You had me laughing out loud. Good one!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I could think of nothing else when I saw the prompt, Rochelle.
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I can see why. Love it!
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I’d love that whiskey decanter and I am certainly trying to bake potica, it really look very delicious!
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It is ever so delicious with poppy seed as well.
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Oh poppy seeds I could be dying for those😋
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I love how you made a deathbed so amusing.
Well done
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If ever there was a time for levity….
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This is great. You really get a sense of the character.
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Sounds like something my grandfather would have devised. Though, yes, I know of the fountain in… eeks, Brussels, Belgium, is it?
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Not sure. The photo was supplied by CE Ayr- and I think he lives in France, but I have no idea where he took the photo.
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It was probably taken in France. Has a French sort of look 🙂
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And checking out the potica… puts me in mind of apple strudel, which I often used to make
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My Aintie Pep, on who this was based also made it with poppy seed. OMG it was delicious. Never found one that even came close to hers.
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Alas, I no more can eat even half the ingredients. Not even if I make it a savory
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I have a love hate relationship with sugar, but If I was to come across one of her potica’s I would make an exception and eat the whole thing!
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It’s carbs generally with me. Yes, I can eat them… but doesn’t take much to tumble the structure
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i did not see the photo till the very end and Auntie shocked me with that memory, at least you put a smile on her face!
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Exactly the response I was going for!
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Such a creative response to the prompt 🙂
Interesting pic!
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Thank you, Anita. The moment I saw the photo my mind made the connection.
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You’re so good at writing the perfect story.
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And you are even better at making me believe it is so.
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But it is! You should know. 👍👍👍
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Beautiful reminisces.
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Thank you Iain.
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This was wonderful, Violet! I love how gathering at someone’s deathbed (or funeral) brings forth memories each one cherishes… especially the ones that make you laugh. Celebrate life instead of death, I say.
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I so agree. My best memories are those that continue to make you laugh no matter how many times you think about them.
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Yes! And my late husband has provided me with a poop-load of ’em…
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Now that’s a man. One that can make you laugh from the great beyond. How lucky you are to have had such a man in your life.
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Could not agree more. I am very lucky.
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Nice that Aunty had someone to help her smile on her deathbed!
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Laughter is the best medicine….
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That’s a new one for me! Well, of course, no whiskey in my house, so maybe that’s the reason. In any event, I thought your story was tender and loving, and a good way to gather ’round a loved one who is facing death.
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Thank you Gran.
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I love the underlying theme of family, makes this a very sweet and beautiful post
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This reminds me of when my grandmother died, and we gathered to bury her ashes. Yes, my grandparents purchased a cemetery lot, in the Bay Area, then decided to be cremated.
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Loved the visit. Loved the aunt. What an interesting decanter. All good for a warm chuckle.
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I have always found off color works best with my family….
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That thing is AWESOME! Bring it out for parties lol.
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It left quite the impression on me!
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Simply delightful and an original take on the prompt! Nice one Violet.
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Your story made me smile. Nice job.
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Thank you, Jo. Good memories have a way of doing that.
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Great heart warming story. I think I would have gone down in the basement with them.
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You would have enjoyed yourself I am sure!
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Funny. I remember we had one of those bottles and a donkey that pooed cigarettes. We use to play with them too. Your piece brought back memories. Well done.
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I love it! I just googled the cigarette dispenser and it is hysterical! Thanks for putting a laugh in my morning..
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You’re welcome.
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