I graduated from high school in January, but I didn’t start
college for two weeks. It was the first time my brother had to go to school and
I didn’t. Mom would be at work and I would have the house all to myself. I couldn’t wait for Monday morning to send my
eleven-year-old brother out the door.
My seventeen-year-old self was pretty mean to him. I could pull off quite the haughty attitude when I wanted, and I wanted – a lot. There were comments about sleeping in, wearing pajamas all day and enjoying the lack of noise from a boy.
The second day my brother went back to school he wasn’t very pleased with me, and I had begun to feel sorry for him. I knew he would rather stay home than be in school.
About an hour after the school bus picked him up, the snow started to fall. Huge, heavy flakes filled the yard and covered the street. I was pretty sure they would let school out early.
The radio announced the schools were closing early. I wanted to do something to make my brother smile. One thing always did. Chocolate chip cookies.
I flung open the cabinet door hoping mom had a package of chocolate chips hiding in the back. She did. Soon flour was flying. Butter and eggs were being creamed. And yes, I ate some of the raw dough.
The first pan was out of the oven and the house smelled like Christmas. My brother was going to be so happy. I just knew it. I watched out the window as the bus made its way down the steep hill by our house.
The timer sounded its alarm. I ran to the oven and took out the last sheet of cookies as he came hollering though the door.
“Cookies! You made cookies!”
“I thought you’d like them. Besides I’m sure you’ll be going back to school tomorrow.”
He frowned and took a handful of cookies to his room.
God must have frowned too, because there was so much snow the roads were impassable, and my brother didn’t return to school until the day my college classes started.
Now when it snows I often make cookies, and I think of him and smile. We had a lot of fun those two weeks playing in the snow and baking more cookies together.
My seventeen-year-old self was pretty mean to him. I could pull off quite the haughty attitude when I wanted, and I wanted – a lot. There were comments about sleeping in, wearing pajamas all day and enjoying the lack of noise from a boy.
The second day my brother went back to school he wasn’t very pleased with me, and I had begun to feel sorry for him. I knew he would rather stay home than be in school.
About an hour after the school bus picked him up, the snow started to fall. Huge, heavy flakes filled the yard and covered the street. I was pretty sure they would let school out early.
The radio announced the schools were closing early. I wanted to do something to make my brother smile. One thing always did. Chocolate chip cookies.
I flung open the cabinet door hoping mom had a package of chocolate chips hiding in the back. She did. Soon flour was flying. Butter and eggs were being creamed. And yes, I ate some of the raw dough.
The first pan was out of the oven and the house smelled like Christmas. My brother was going to be so happy. I just knew it. I watched out the window as the bus made its way down the steep hill by our house.
The timer sounded its alarm. I ran to the oven and took out the last sheet of cookies as he came hollering though the door.
“Cookies! You made cookies!”
“I thought you’d like them. Besides I’m sure you’ll be going back to school tomorrow.”
He frowned and took a handful of cookies to his room.
God must have frowned too, because there was so much snow the roads were impassable, and my brother didn’t return to school until the day my college classes started.
Now when it snows I often make cookies, and I think of him and smile. We had a lot of fun those two weeks playing in the snow and baking more cookies together.
Bio Christian author, Diana Lesire Brandmeyer, writes historical and contemporary romances. She is the author of A Bride's Dilemma in Friendship, Tennessee and We’re Not Blended-We’re Pureed, A Survivor’s Guide to Blended Families. Once widowed and now remarried, she writes with humor and experience on the difficulty of joining two families be it fictional or real life.
Diana's latest book, Mind of Her Own, was recently released from Tyndale House.Mind of Her Own
Who knew making dinner could
change your life? Louisa Copeland certainly didn’t. But when the George Foreman
grill fell out of the pantry onto her head, resulting in a bump and a mighty
case of amnesia, Louisa’s life takes a turn for the unexpected. Who was this
Collin fellow, claiming she was his wife? And whose kids are those? Her name
couldn’t be Louisa. Why, she was the renowned romance writer Jazz Sweet, not a
Midwestern mom of three. Struggling to put the pieces together of the life
she’s told she had, Louisa/Jazz may realize that some memories are better left
alone.
Visit Diana on her website and blog, Facebook, and Twitter (@dianabrandmeyer).
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10 comments:
Johnnie,
It is such a thrill to be on your blog today and share this memory. Thank you.
Diana
Precious! Thanks for sharing, Diana! :)
Thank you Laura for reading about my brother.
Diana
Ha, great story Diana. I can relate-being the oldest. :) You book looks great. I'll pick it up soon!
Blessings**
I so relate to the attitude of a 17 year-old sister. my brother was also younger Brings back many memories . thanks Clella
I didn't have a brother, but I did have a sister, 4 years younger than me. We would sit at the breakfast table and call each other names until my parents yelled at us. Thank goodness we're good friends now. lol I hope she doesn't remember those days.
First of all, thanks Johnnie for this series. The posts are great.
And Diana, I just love this post you shared. What a great memory and I could smell those cookies clear up in Ohio!
Diana, thank you so much for being today's Treasured Moments guest. I have two brothers and a sister, all younger than me so I enjoyed your cookie-baking story.
Ladies, I wish I had the reply option so I could answer each of your comments individually. You are so much appreciated!
What a lovely way to wake up and find all of these comments!
Karen, I bet you have stories you could share about being the oldest. :)
Clella, love your name. :) Being the oldest had it's challanges despite what the baby of the family says, right? :)
Pat, I always wanted a sister. I've heard that growing up with one though is harder than having a brother.
Jean, thank you! Funny how a name can bring up a smell isnt' it?
Johnnie, you are double blessed. :)
Blessings,
Diana
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