Comfort in a Cup … Pure Comfort
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Skip and I were sitting at a Krispy Kreme … drinking hot coffee … the best coffee I know!
Condensation on the inside of the clear, glass carafe … sound of water dripping into the carafe as it ran its cycle. I love to hear, watch the coffee-maker as it goes through the process of making coffee, heating water. Comforting … pure comfort.
Pouring hot water into the cup … tearing open a little packet of Folger’s coffee powder … dumping it into the hot water. Stirring … adding cream until it’s just like I love it. Give me extra cream, please. Oh-hhhhhh, so good. Comforting … pure comfort.
The sound of coffee percolating … who ever hears that wonderful sound now? That was from the days of our grandmas. I don’t know about you, but … as a child I lived with my Grandma Alma and George.
They lived in Hell … strange enough, even in Hell … one finds comfort … such as in a percolating coffee-pot. I would watch the coffee as it percolated inside the glass ‘knob’ on the top of the metal lid. Magical to a little girl! Beautiful, happy … comfort … pure comfort.
I got to taste the coffee as a little girl. I couldn’t have much because it could make me … ugly. As a little girl, I wasn’t worried about being ugly … I just wanted that wonderful aroma … warmth of drinking the hot coffee. I wanted anything warm, comforting to escape Hell. Coffee, hot chocolate was comfort … pure comfort. I could close my eyes and be somewhere else … feel the warmth of the cup … in my hands.
I watched Grandma Alma, George sit, drink their coffee. They enjoyed it so much … one of the few comforting things in their life of pure Hell. Coffee to them … to me … was comfort … pure comfort.
When something bad happens … what is the first thing someone wants? A good, hot cup of coffee. Comfort … pure comfort.
When I have experienced all the bad in my life … somehow, a cup of hot coffee was around. If it isn’t, I will make it be. If it’s nowhere to be found, I am wishing for it … why? Comfort … pure comfort.
Think about it … become aware. When bad things happen … watch on the news … what is being offered to rescue workers, people who have been through a trauma? Coffee. Comfort … pure comfort.
I was talking to Skip this morning by cell phone. I was making a cup of coffee, we were talking about how we like our coffee, so on. It reminded us of our grandmas … how we both would ask for coffee as a child. Now, when we drink coffee … it reminds us of special people we loved dearly as a child.
My Grandma Alma and George were my lighthouse in the darkness of Hell as a child. I remember how I would take a deep breath, smell the wonderful aroma of that coffee in their awful house.
Coffee made all disappear for a short time … beautiful aroma … hot coffee in a cup … holding it in my little hands. The cup of coffee would make the bad better.
I loved the warmth of their old, thick, white coffee cups (like at the Waffle House). My hands held on to … comfort … pure comfort for as long as I could.
Now … I look back all through the years. So much bad … has been in my life. I’m not a big coffee-drinker, but do you know what? That’s what was in my hands each time something bad happened.
I’ll never forget my best friend, Ms Nancy … doing something that struck a deep chord in me. There wasn’t any way for her to know how much hot coffee would mean to me at a horrible time in my life … yet, she gave us comfort that lasted long after she was gone.
Do you know what she did? Our home had just burned down … claiming everything we owned. The Red Cross had just gotten us, our Pups a room at a motel. Ms Nancy did something I will never-ever forget … I will always love her extra for doing it … she brought to us … a container with coffee, and a coffee-maker, filters, creamer … cups.
She never knew how much it meant to me. I can still look back, see myself and Skip sitting in shock at the motel room. One of us had made the coffee … I can see myself holding my cup of hot coffee.
I held the warmth of the coffee cup in the palms of my hands even after putting the cup down. Another bad time in my life … coffee was there. Comfort … pure comfort.
Note by this Author:
Photos, story is true, owned/written by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
Ms Nancy, you don’t know how you touched my very Heart with your gift to make us feel better. It made such a difference at that terrible time in my life. I never told you how much hot coffee meant to me … when things are both good and bad in my life. Comfort … pure comfort.
Our grandmas let us have coffee when no one else would. We sit sometimes, talk about it … while drinking hot coffee. Why? Comfort … pure comfort.
It’s amazing what a hot cup of coffee can do. It can bring people together in a special way. Even the meanest of people will mellow out if you give them a good, hot cup of coffee. I know … there are some mean-asses that will never mellow out … they can’t live with themselves, much less with kindness from others.
I think hot coffee with its special aroma has the ability to reach someone’s soul … the warmth to melt the ice in one’s heart. Don’t believe me? Offer a cold drink in place of hot coffee … sure, it’ll be welcomed … but, there’s something magical about hot coffee. Comfort … pure comfort.