Thursday, July 4, 2013


This morning on The TODAY Show, there was a Fourth of July feature on the Jersey Shore. That made me super-nostalgic. As it is, I don't spend a lot of time in the sun, and I refuse to get sunburned right before family pictures tomorrow, so I am camped out in my living room with iced coffee until the sun's rays aren't so dangerous. 

One great mid-summer movie classic would be Beaches. It opens in Atlantic City, and I am already considering which of Aunt Dora's recipes I can put together for dinner tonight. 

We get to the part of the movie where Cecilia muses to her mother, "we have the same hands." 

Several years ago, I took a picture with my mom's and grandma's hands, because of this movie. In church on Sunday, my mom was watching my folded hands, and determined I have her mother's thumbs. I told her, I may have Gram K's thumbs, but I have her own pointer fingers, and I have Gram T's pinky fingers. My middle and ring fingers, as yet, are unclaimed.

We are all a conglomeration of what has come before us.