I drink coffee almost everyday at work.  It is a healthier choice than vending machine snacks and is a drink of comfort.  Nothing relieves the stress of a busy work day more than a warm cup of coffee!  In our society, coffee punctuates many social rituals.   We celebrate parties, dinners, and other social gatherings while passing a pot of black brew.  Many times we meet new friends and potential partners over warm cups of java.  I remember the night my childhood neighbor, Mrs. Rochester, passed away.  I grew up knowing this very special woman and I have many fond memories of her sweetness and goodness.  She had a long struggle with cancer and passed away peacefully in a rest home with her daughter-in-law and me standing by her.  It was a special experience which I have never forgotten.  After I alerted the nurse, we had to wait, grieving, for the doctor to arrive to confirm the death.  While we cried and held each other, the nurses wheeled in a cart of coffee for us.  It was an industrial metal cart with a large silver urn of coffee, styrofoam cups, creamers and sweeteners.  I do not know why, but I was so relieved to see the nurses bringing us this magical elixir.  They were so kind to us.  I didn’t drink coffee much in those days, but I remember vividly the feelings of calm and love that accompanied that silver-toned cart.  I had a cup of coffee.  I can’t remember if I had sugar and cream or if I drank it black.  I do remember how that cup of coffee grounded me in a real and meaningful way.  Sometimes, when I have a cup of coffee, whether at work, home or a restaurant, I think of that night and those feelings.

What memories do you have associated with a warm cup of coffee?  Leave me a comment and let me know!

Maybe we should all pour a coffee libation to those memories and be thankful for lovely dry-roasted beans.


2 thoughts on “Coffee

  1. I don’t drink coffee… BUT I do drink Frappachino’s from Starbucks! The first time I had ever heard of Starbucks or a Frappachino was in the summer of 1996. I spend the summer in Westport CT and one day after work my aunt, her partner Jen and myself decided to go have one of these new things they were serving… Because I didn’t like coffee I assumed I wouldn’t like it.. I didn’t.. I LOVED it.. and still do! I still remember sitting on the river, looking at at the Save the Children headquarters and watching the ducks… it was a fun summer… I learned alot about life, myself and…. Starbucks!

  2. I don’t drink coffee but maybe once a month and don’t even own a coffee pot anymore but at one time that was not the case. I recall fondly the Saturday and Sunday morning ritual of brewing the first pot while standing in the kitchen in whatever I slept in waiting to “hot pot” the first cup of coffee. Those were the days when the night before was a blurry haze of bars, shots, possibly pool, and hanging out with friends. Those were definitely great times but thankfully I’ve grown past most of that.

    Perhaps tomorrow, just for old times sake, I’ll French press a steaming mug and savor the first cup of the morning like I did so many time before. Cheers!

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