By Charles Towne                        

Aren’t memories magical?

Think of it… memories sort of work like a time machine, transporting us through space and time, enabling us to relive, even if but for a moment, the past.

So much of what I write is taken from the fertile, well fertilized soil of my memory.  And that thought takes me back to when I was just a tad about the size of a runty pollywog.  I remember mama baking cookies in the oven of the old wood burning cook-stove.  She would create dollops of cookie dough and give each a tiny twist, so they possessed their own distinctive little curlicue caps, and then she would place those scrumdiddlyicious bits of love on the old, well used, greased cookie sheets which she popped into the hot oven.

Even as they baked, those morsels of sweet love from mama’s work worn hands assailed our nostrils with promises of toothsome delights.

Oh, the delicious smell of those cookies is wafting through the halls of my memory still.  In the hot oven those morsels of cookie dough would be transformed into succulent, mouth watering cookies which even now, after all these years I can smell and taste. Yep, each one was distinctively one of mama’s cookies, and delicious it was too.

Now I have to ask you, how in the world could a little dollop of cookie dough be remembered for eighty plus years?  You want to know something?  I think that even though those cookies touched our eyes, our noses, and our taste buds, I believe they touched our hearts even more.

I think that Papa God is sort of like that, serving up sweet little morsels of life and love that caress our hearts with delightful little dollops of memory that we carry with us for a lifetime.

Dear God, thank you so much for my mama, she not only gave me life but she saved me by bringing me to you.  And thank you so very much for your undying love.  In Jesus’ wonderful and holy name I ask it, Amen.

Live fully, Love openly, and make a difference, today.

Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.


  1. Ahhh….you are going to try to lure me to your article with talk of aromas of warm sugar cookies, instead of stinky ole’ skunk stories…..that’ll work with me!….LOL

  2. Mama Mia, blessings dear lady! Sometime I will tell you about making fudge on the old home place! I will never forget the time mama made two big pans of chocolate fudge, and due to the fact it was winter in Illinois and there was snow on the ground, she put the fudge out on the porch to cool. Our big tomcat, Uncle Timmy waled through the fudge but we ate it anyway and made a joke out of the delicious cat track fudge! Well, I guess I told you about that didn’t I? You have a good day and let the memories loose now and then or they are apt to explode! Chaz

  3. Mama Mia, and can’t you just envision a giggle of little kids eating Uncle Timmy’s paw tracks and giggling about it? Yeah, it was all good! Chaz

  4. Charles, you have a way with words. Your story brings up in my mind the fond memories of my sister Julie and I. We were the two of the six kids that really liked to bake. I would make peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies and Julie would make her snicker doodles and buck-eyes. It helped my mom that we loved baking, so she didn’t have to do it all. It makes me laugh now but I recall being very protective about my cookie dough. If I wasn’t careful, my other sister, Karin, would sneak in and eat the dough. Everyone knows how delicious cookie dough is! Anyway, thanks for the story and the memories.

  5. Oh my dear Kristin, that is the magic of memories and what they are all about! There is something almost sacred that happens when the pleasures of the past are sparked and fanned into warm, comforting flames. Oh sure, there are some of us that have sad, even bitter memories, but when we concentrate on the positive something life transforming occurs. Remind your siblings of the good memories, the sweet, comforting happenings dear one so they may re-live them also. God bless you all, Chaz

  6. I think it is sad when some dear souls live in the negative, dark moments, never venturing out into the sunshine of forgiveness and love. As I think of mama’s sweet cookies I can almost taste them! Let us dwell on the positive, smile, and really live! Blessings to all, Chaz

  7. Mom’s cookies may have had other stuff in them but the main ingredient was love and that is all but impossible to erase from memory! That said, mom faded into the background when the holidays rolled around and the GRANDMAS took over in their contest to see which side of the family could make the best,most different kinds, and prettiest cookies! For us as kids it was a bonanza I miss to this day!

  8. E.J, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE COMMENT. I believe that as wonderful as the memories are, if we couldn’t share them with good friends they would be missing something beautiful. God’s blessings on you and each and every member of your family. Chaz

  9. You are so right Richard. It seems as I look back with eyesight somewhat hindered and fading by time, I realize all the more that mama’s entire life was wrapped up in us kids, and each of us was wrapped up in a lovely ribbon of love. May your days be sweet, may your memories bring you happiness, and may Papa God bless you with what He knows will bless you with eternal joy. Chaz

  10. Brought back memories of my mom making chocolate chip cookies and many other delightful treats for our family. Mom still subscribes to the “dessert first” policy. I was out on my own before I learned that butterscotch pudding could be eaten cold. My mom always served it hot with a big dollop of butter melting in it. It’s a wonder that all of us kids did not weight 500 pounds… Thanks for the memories Chaz.

  11. Mike, it is a wonder that more people don’t explode! I thank God for all the wonderful memories. Blessings on you and yours, Chaz


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