The wife’s family brought us a gift of a couple of brands of coffee on their recent visit from Colombia. Now the misses usually brings back a suitcase full of beans from our farm every year and as we were getting close to the end of it their timing was great. Tonight I opened one of those bags of coffee to prep for tomorrows brew and was attracted by the unfamiliar packaging and so stopped to peruse the somewhat foriegn advertising.Those who know me already know what I’m about to say… While studying this package ” I was reunited with a memory “ ….. and here it is.
A number of years ago I was indulging lunch on a construction site in Manchester N.H. and it being wintry we all huddled out of the wind in one of the rooms used for storage . The floor was strewn with plumbing supplies and my eye was attracted to the somewhat colorfully decorated burlap sacks that held cast iron pipe fittings. I recognized what they were right away. Having myself at one time pack muled sacks of coffee over an Andean mountain I instantly saw that they were genuine Colombian coffee sacks emblazoned with nice art and the names of the farms from which they originated. So I dumped the contents of one sack to bring it home to show Maggie.
She stared in disbelief as she knew the farm first hand….it is very close to where she grew up. How small is the world….
