Drinking water from a tin cup

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I love drinking cold water from a tin cup.

One afternoon, when I was ten or eleven, my grandfather took my brother and I on a walk into the thick forest down the slope away from the farm house. He wanted to check some of the fencing on his hobby farm.

After about thirty minutes of walking quietly we arrived at a little, bubbling brook.

The flow wasn’t much more than a bathtub faucet, and it just appeared as a waterfall out of a bunch of rocks, then flowed quickly among some small boulders before disappearing again.

Beside the rocks was a short post, and upside down on top of the post was an old tin cup.

My grandfather rinsed the cup out, drank two fast cups of water, then soaked the bandanna he always wore, and handed me the cup.

I don’t remember if the sound of bubbling water, the sound of water gently hitting the same rocks as it has for decades and decades, meant anything to me before then… but I have to stop — I have to stop — when I hear that sound now.

The cold water running over my hands… if there was a cause and effect, maybe that moment explains why washing my hands in cold water relaxes me today.

But it was the cup. It was a hot day and my grandfather had held the white and silver cup in the waterfall long enough that it was cold. The metal against my teeth, the sharpness of the water…

I can only remember being able to drink there a couple of times. But drinking out of that spring using that cup is one of my favourite memories.




About Gabriel...

...diagnosed with manic depression when I was nineteen, for the next 14-years I lived without treatment or a recovery plan. I've been homeless, one time I graduated college, I've won awards for reporting on Internet privacy issues, and a weekly humour column. In 2002 I finally hit bottom and found help. It's now 2022, and I have an 8-year old son, and a 12-year old son... I’m usually about six feet tall, and I'm pretty sure I screwed up my book deal. I mostly blog at saltedlithium.com....
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6 Responses to Drinking water from a tin cup

  1. Bromac says:

    Sounds delicious!

  2. Gabriel... says:

    It was… when I think about it I can still feel the cold cup and the water. Thanks for the comment Bromac.

    I’ve been thinking about trying to get some good memories into this blog. For the past week or so I’ve been trying to keep track of them in my notebook… harder than you might think.

  3. Pearl says:

    what a strong powerful memory.

  4. Gabriel... says:

    It’s odd I never really tried this before… I’ve never really made an effort to collect my “good” memories, but, like you say, they can be really powerful. Hopefully I can continue writing about them.

    Thanks for the comment Pearl.

  5. Chris says:

    That sounds so wonderful. I have some memories from childhood that are powerful like that, and many are attached to water.


  6. buddyna says:

    Thanks, I was looking up why my grand father would always drink from a tin cup. and came across your page. Yes I also to was a little boy, and it always seem colder than a glass. your story brought back god time with my grand father.

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