“Isn’t there Guernsey cows?” I wondered aloud.
“There’s Jersey cows,” replied my Aunt Wendy whose house we – we being my Mom & I – were over to view a long-named historical film: “The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society.” Now that’s a mouthful!
My aunt served delicious salami, cucumber slices & goat cheese circles on a shiny 3-tiered dish. The movie finally shown on Netflix took much longer than its allotted time since loads of inevitable girl talk dominated our visit as well.
Generosity came a-knockin’, or rather a-drinkin’, when I was given a new bag of K-cups to make the same kind of coffee in my own Keurig that my Aunt Wendy shared with us while we enjoyed being over.
The book-inspired film of the same name that centered around our visit was based on a true story about a writer from London exchanging letters with residents of Guernsey island, which was German-occupied during WWII.
“It’s really well-made,” my aunt observed during its playing.
“The people’s costumes look like an old-fashioned J.Crew catalog,” I replied in agreement. “I’ve been thinking that for a while.” Our nearly-4-hour-terrific-time-together visit flew by in a flash. That’s the sign of a SPECTACULAR HOST – Always leave your guests wanting more. After my Mom & I put on our sandals etc. to leave, we walked into the garage to our parked car with my awesome Aunt Wendy not far behind.
Employing the nickname & flubbed word of 1 of her beloved grandsons, his mispronunciation served to bid us farewell:
“As Henny would say, ‘It was shupa fun!’”
By Amy, 8-28-18