We all have Family Tales – some true and some just stories. When my Mother passed away, I took home her “African Plant”. The tale was that Grandmother brought back a cutting from Africa and propagated the plant. My Mom loved the beautiful flowers from the scraggly (ugly) cactus-like plant. (My wonderful husband HATES the plant because it once reached out and ripped his legs with its spines… but that is another story). The “African Plant” was banished to above the garage outside the door of my studio where I sorely neglect it. But, most years it still blooms.
It ends up the family tale is not true, at least the part about Africa. The plant is called Epiphyllum and is from South America not Africa. Maybe I remember the story wrong? Maybe the plant was from Mom’s friend Effie who was from South America? Or maybe Mom remembered it wrong? Who knows – what difference does it really make? I still smile and remember how much my Mom loved the flower and chuckle a bit thinking about how much my husband dislikes it.