A Special Cousin
Here is a picture of my lovely thoughtful cousin Jennifer on her fiftieth birthday. Every Christmas she sends me a wonderful box of goodies. From her Italian heritage cakes and sweets are included. (I love the pantelone cake) There are also a few samples of her home made Jam. One's I never thought to make. Pictures of extended family members are usually there with some note so I know who is who. This year a book of short stories was included. How I love a book.
Jennifer is actually my second cousin. Her mother is my oldest cousin. She died a few years ago. I had gotten to know her better during my years in New Haven as she lived upstate a little and we visited sharing family stories and gossip. It was always important to me to maintain contact with my American cousins.
When Jane died, Jennifer picked up the mantle and accepted my proposition that we keep in touch. She has never let me down. Often with affection and concern she has reached out to me. Her role in life seems to be sustainer of family. She fills this role not only for me but also for her sister, brother and father. Her mother, Jane, was very fond of my father and showed a real concern for him over the years particularly after my mother died. It appears Jennifer is doing this for me. I am most appreciative.
The delights Jennifer sends me at Christmas I often share with neighbours and friends, so much so they too now look for the big box of goodies. One of the delights this year will be sitting and reading from the book she sent, "Collected Stories" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and nibble on the bourgeois delights. I hope reading these stories will motive me to read Marquez best known work, "