Rebekah Quinlan shared a story about Alice Rosenau (Dreher)

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In Memory of

Alice Elizabeth
Rosenau (Dreher)

1931 - 2017

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Butter

I sat at a wooden kitchen table, my back touching the curved wooden chair back and my butt on red velvet material.

I sat and I watched as some kind of kuchen was created. Eggs and sugar, with flour floating in the air as the beaters went just a touch too fast. And then creamy, room temperature butter was added.

With a watchful eye to the magic she was creating, it happened. She filled the spoon again with butter, and ate it like ice cream.

She caught my eyes grow grow big as I watched and she said, ‘During the war we couldn’t get butter’.

Many years later that story comes to mind again and again.

When we are seated at a restaurant and my children spy little round containers and squeal ‘Is that butter?’.

When we go to the theatre and my child asks for popcorn with butter, more butter, and please don’t forget the butter.

When I put my butter on the counter to soften and return to find a wee bite or finger swipe missing.

I told her a few years ago that her great grandchildren had her love of butter. She laughed and made sure there was lots available when we came for pancake breakfasts.

In 2018 the children will continue to enjoy their appetizers of butter and my husband will continue to roll his eyes as they do so. The story will run through my head, and I’ll smile and sometimes wipe away tears. She won’t be here for me to laugh with, but I’ll think of her with each and every creamy bite.

Posted by Rebekah Quinlan

Sunday December 31, 2017 at 9:30 pm

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