It is National Joe Day. Go figure.
I am not sure if “Joe” day refers to a name or refers to coffee – – as in ‘cup of joe’. Either way, Joe is a good day.
My father was named Joe (Joseph). My oldest brother is named Joe (Joseph, always Jody growing up). My middle son’s middle name is Joseph. A cousin is named Joe (Joe Wayne). I know three other Joe’s, non-family. Every Joe I have known is a good guy. And since that is true, I will write about Joe Day.
I actually always wished my mama had named me Josephine after my dad, and then shortened it to Joey. But since my oldest brother took the name, I got stuck with Rebecca. Oy vey.
When the word ‘joe’ refers to coffee, I really love the word.
I have fond memories of awakening in my upstairs bedroom and hearing my parents talking softly in the kitchen below. I could smell coffee and I could hear my dad stirring his cup of coffee. He always added cream and sugar and had a distinct quick-clicking stir method; the metal spoon against the glass cup. My parents did not use mugs. I tend to think that is a more recent trend, perhaps within the last 15-20 years.
My parents used glass cups and saucers, never just a cup, always a saucer, too. I have a vivid picture of my dad tilting the saucer up to sip after a bit had overflowed the cup…catching every drop. Ah, a man after my own heart. Or, a girl after her dad’s heart. Either way, it’s in the genes.
I did not learn to love coffee until I started working early mornings at The Jewish Hospital. Everyone drank coffee. I still remember my boss loving the cream more than the coffee. He would occasionally ask me to grab him a cup and would say “Just add a little coffee to my cream.”
When I first began to intake the liquid gold, I used cream and sugar. I couldn’t imagine it any other way. In the last 10 years I have dropped the sugar but kept the cream. The goal with cream is ‘color’. I prefer half & half but if it is not available, I will use milk. Again, it’s not so much about the taste as it is the look.
I once told someone that I always color the coffee to match my dad’s eyes. He had beautiful warm, hazelly eyes that, truly, resembled the color of coffee with cream.
Now that I have three grown sons and a lovely daughter-in-law, one of my favorite things is to sit and chat with them over (multiple) cups of steaming coffee. We are making new family coffee memories.
So on this day, connect with someone named Joe; give him (or her) a call or a hug or buy that Joe a cup of joe.
It’s just a day. It if helps make you or the Joe in your life feel a bit special, then just do it. In aging, you realize how important those remembrances really are. I once read this quote, author unknown:
Small deeds done are better than great deeds planned.