DOWN TO EARTH
First Encounter with Mint
June/July 1996
By JIM LONG
“But I want leaves in mine, too,” I
whimpered.
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I ASSOCIATE fragrances with events in my life.
One vivid memory from my early childhood comes back to me
occasionally when I sip iced tea garnished with a sprig of
mint.
When I was very small, my parents had a group of friends, all
with young children. The women took turns hosting parties, and each
tried to outdo the others with fancy little sandwiches, teas, and
cakes. On this particular day, we were gathered at a two-story
farmhouse with green shutters on the tall windows; the yard held
huge shade trees and a wide expanse of lush bluegrass lawn that
felt wonderful on bare feet. We children were playing upstairs
while the mothers visited.
The stairs were steep. I’d just drawn a picture and ran
excitedly out of the playroom to show it to my mother. The warm
brown oak floors had been waxed and polished to a shine, and when
my foot hit the bright handwoven rug on the top landing, it
launched me into the air and out over the steps in less time than
it took to say, “Oops!”
The ladies below heard “thump, bump, bang, thump, thump,” and
finally “kerbam” as I landed on the bottom step. They rose up in
alarm, crowding around my mother, who had gathered me up in her
arms. As soon as I caught my breath, I began to wail for all I was
worth. Mother turned pale, and her hands shook.
When it was determined that I hadn’t broken any bones, just lost
a little skin, the party resumed. All of the ladies were holding
glasses of iced tea with mint leaves floating on top. Trying to
capitalize on their sympathy for my skinned knee, I asked for some
tea, too, but Mother thought that tea before naptime was a poor
idea. “I’ll fix you your own little glass,” the hostess said and
poured me a child-sized juice glass full of iced water.
“But I want leaves in mine, too,” I whimpered.
The woman accommodatingly added a big sprig of mint. I carried
my glass to a little chair and sat sipping my “tea” and playing
with the sprig of mint while reliving in my mind that flight down
the stairs.