Ida Powell, one of my mothers close friends through the years, had been trying to reach me for some time. She wanted to come by and bring me something. With our crazy schedule, its very difficult sometimes to get schedules coordinated. Unless things get placed on our crowded, ever-changing calendar, they usually dont happen.
Debra contacted Ida and they agreed on a date. Ida dropped by our home a few days later. I hadnt seen her in some time and was really looking forward to her visit -- but my time was limited, as it always seems to be.
Our front door bell rang and I greeted Ida at the door. She was holding a gift bag tightly in one hand and her purse in the other. Ida is a very petite woman and I offered to take something from her to free up her hands. With a smile on her face, she handed me the gift bag.
This was from your mother and I wanted you to have it. That is, if you want it, she said in a soft voice. I didnt care what was in the bag. Ida had me at a gift from your mother. I think most everyone knows exactly how I feel about my mother. I offered Ida a chair and the two of us sat in our living room.
Youre a very hard person to catch up with, Ida said. And indeed, she was right. Diligently, she had called me since last fall wanting to know when she could come by and bring me a surprise.
Its something your mother gave me many years ago and I thought you might like to have it, she said on one of her phone messages. Before I knew it, Christmas had come and gone and now spring was waiting just around the corner.
Im so glad youre here, I said to Ida while keeping my eye on the gift bag. I couldnt wait to see what Mother had given Ida all those years ago. I didnt know what to expect. I reached in and carefully pulled out a small porcelain figurine. It was a clown, glazed in various shades of blue and other pastel colors. I recognized it the second I saw it because I had definitely seen it before. I smiled as I looked, taking in every detail. I didnt want to let it go. To me it was worth more than gold.
I actually remember when Mother purchased it for Ida. Mother loved that it was a clown and so did I. Mother had such a wonderful sense of humor. Just looking into the face of the clown, all sorts of memories swept over me. Like breaths of fresh air from another time and place, this little porcelain clown seem to beckon them all.
I couldnt say thank you enough to Ida who had made such an effort to get it to me. As every one of us knows, we all have good intentions of getting in touch with or sending something to someone but life has a way of speeding up the clock and a day turns into a week and a week into a month.
However, Ida had not given up. And, as I sat there beside her, I was so grateful.
I finally placed the little clown down on the table next to me so I could visit with Ida. Although it wasnt any longer in my hand, I still kept looking over at it from time to time to make sure it was still there. Ida explained that she was parting with some of her treasures since she was getting older.
My children and grandchildren have requested certain things, but I told them I wanted to save the little clown for you, she said, pointing to it.
And Im so thrilled that you did, I said smiling.
From that point on, I lost complete track of time as Ida expressively guided me on a delightful trip down memory lane. She was so excited to tell me of her times shared with Mother and Daddy. Many of them I knew about; others I was hearing about for the first time. Even though I had many things to do, I was transfixed with her stories and didnt want her to leave.
Looking around our living room, I really expected to see Mother and Daddy sitting on the sofa across the room but was very disappointed when I realized they werent. Although they physically hadnt been with us for many years, they were vividly represented in Idas memories.
There was something magical about seeing something that Mother had physically purchased and held at one time while talking with a lady with whom she was so closely intertwined that made me feel Mothers presence all around the room. My whole day was made and all it took was slowing down long enough for a good old-timey visit.
As I helped Ida out and shut the front door, I must admit I was sad to see the visit end. The first thing I did was go back over to the table and pick up the little porcelain clown. Although Im sure it isnt the finest of porcelain, in my eyes it is so special. My mother had given it to Ida and now Ida had passed it on to me.
Theres no way to put a cost on a wonderful memory. If there were, none of us would be able to afford them! But that little clown sure helped me remember some very special times. Ida, thanks from the bottom of my heart.
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