COMMENTS:
Voted : Bread
At least when it comes to my paternal grandmother, Deity rest her well.
I've never been fond of bread. When I was nine and visiting my grandmother ("Sweetie" I called her, as did everyone who knew her, from her ten children on down to neo-strangers), and she'd set up a spread for me for lunch (fried fish, fried corn, mashed potatoes and fried okra). As I ate, she placed two slices of white bread on my plate. When I was done, the plate was bare, save for that bread. She read me the riot act over it, told me that I needed to eat more bread or I would never gain weight. To that intent, she made me a deal- for every two pieces of bread I ate, she'd buy me a comic book. That was in mid-June.
When I went home in August, I had two comic books...I miss you, Sweetie.
Voted : Her smile, which she gave to me often
I miss my Gramma so much. She had long, almond shaped eyes that squinted when she smiled or laughed. My memories tell me she was always happy. Another special thing I remember about Gramma was the delicious smell of her kitchen. Gramma always had something good cooking. Many years after she died, one night I woke and the smell of her cooking was very strong in my bedroom. I opened my eyes and like a TV screen, the image of her kitchen was visible on my wall. I got very scared and left my room. There was no cooking smell in the hallway. I went into my parent’s room and Dad was awake. As soon as he saw me, he said, “I saw it, too. These things happen.” I felt comforted knowing Dad had seen it and did not, as usual, dismiss what I experienced. Because of his uncharacteristically sensitive way of handling this, there was no trauma involved to cloud my delicious memories of Gramma and her good cooking.
Voted : Thebest
That's one word, right?
Voted : Thebest
Yeah, "thebest" describes my grandma too.
Voted : Cake
To honor my maternal Grandmother, Deity rest her as well.
She was a cook by trade, and her cakes were among the top sellers in the Virginia town where she lived. One Saturday, as I was visiting, she'd cooked twenty cakes for a sale, the last a pineapple upside-down cake. As it sat there n the table, cooling, just whispering, "Come on over, Truth. Take a bite. It won't hurt anything..."
So I did. And it said to take another. And another. And another...
Who would've thought that a 61-pound kid could eat an entire cake? My grandmother, when she saw the end of the affair- let's just say that a 61-pound kid didn't sit down for a few days pain-free...
I miss you, Mama.
Voted : Camping
When I was a kid, my grandparents owned a travel trailer and they took me camping with them all the time.
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