Breakfast in bed

This is the only picture I exposed, I sold. It had a story under it. The story of my grand mother.

I was 6 or 7 when one day, my parents left me sleep at my grand parents house. Early morning, my grand-mother went out of the house, as the kitchen entrance was outside, and wind or shine, rain or sun, she was the one preparing the breakfast for his husband. When someone else did, and they had a cook, the eggs where not "so" and the toast not of his taste either. Of course, sometimes, he objected also to something she did.

"I want also breakfast in bed !" I decided there and then. 

"It is only for grand-father" I was told. "He was wounded in the war (WW1) needs it".

Later, I asked my mother, she also objected. "You will not dirty your bed. Eat at table." Once a year, she did offer me breakfast in bed, at my anniversary. With a fruit near the breakfast! A joy, but only once a year.

My grand parents were taken to Baden Baden Concentration camp, but in a special, "better" section. They stayed there for six month and then escaped with a special group. 

During their stay, my grand mother continued to write her journal, even when paper was very rare. She wrote how each morning, she went to stand in queue in two places, as my grand father was in the hospital tent, and her with many many other women. She took both breakfasts, very small bred for a whole week at once, and coffee, with nothing in it. Seldom, they had something to put on the slice of bred and toward the end of week no bred remained. 

They did had breakfast together after she did bring it to my grandfather.

Here is her journal translated to French.

Sometime later, a lot later, when I was 50 year old, I lived three years with someone I believed wonderful. (No that was no more under the photo in the exhibition.) He did bring me breakfast in bed, every morning. He called it "full breakfast". Only later did I realize, how much it cost me.

Around the time I got 66, I realized, I can prepare and then bring breakfast in bed to myself! 

Above is the picture shows one such breakfast, while I were loosing weight. Beginning in bed, even if it was me preparing it, felt wonderful! I still feel as a big joy to eat in my bed, does not matter that I prepare it every morning!

Lately, sometimes i take my breakfast on the table of the living room near my computer... and write blogs. No, it is not better on the table!