Finish the sentence: My grandmother..

with love...fed traveling hobos and made tollhouse chocolate cookies for me.


your turn:

Ahhhhhhhhh, I like this one...........

My Grandma was wise, and looked like a white Oprah. Very smart, and giving.
Would go out of her way to buy mood rings from hippies selling on the street years ago.......
miss her alot.

My grandma's favorite expression was:
YE GODS!

My grandmother taught me how to knit and crochet and how to play Canasta. She picked out my silver pattern when I was a baby and gave me a piece (fork, spoon,etc,) every birthday. I didn't appreciate it at the time but that silver is worth a lot today. She lived to be 94 and was smart as whip to the very end. She is the person who made my Dad the wonderful man that he was. She would never swear but if she was really perturbed she might say "Oh H-E two sticks!"

My Grandmother sold her house and land in Aspen CO for $350 when she moved out West. She never got in an airplane, but rode the train back and forth between Fresno and Denver many times.

My Grandmother taught me a lot about life and how to be a good human being. Her husband died when my Father was 8 and she had to rear three children on her own through tough times. Things I learned early in my life became more apparent as I grew older and understood the importance she placed on her principles. She was a great cook and many of the recipes I use are from her. I spent a lot of summers with her in my youth.

Memorial (Decoration Day) was a big event for Grandma every year as she inspected the graves of family and placed flowers that had to be “just so”. Thanks for the timely thread JM. A good reminder that I need to go to the cemetery and see to that tradition.

I have a B&W photo of my Grandma's regular weekly Canasta group from 1961, all in their slips on a bed-- thinking there was more in their tea cups than just tea...

My grandmother smoked unfiltered Chesterfield cigarettes - but she didn't inhale!

She and I also shared the same birthday.

- Linda in TX

My grandmother was the first Willie Nelson fan I ever knew.

She was way into Willie before Willie was Willie. One night, in the late sixties, she returned from a Willie Nelson show at a Houston bar called The Old Barn -- and she was in tears. I asked her what was wrong.

"It's Willie," she said. "Willie's gone hippie."

Oh, good one NoahCat!

My grandmothers were both Bingo fanatics. So I come by my gambling habits genetically. Both of the were called Jeanie. (One was Regina, one was Jeanette). My middle name is Jean in their honor. Both were wonderful, generous and kind to all. Both were awesome cooks.

My father's mother was a large woman - unfortunately, I take after her! She made wonderful family dinners - complete with pig's feet - and lots of Eastern European specialties - pierogies, kielbasa, etc. She had a little Chihuahua named Bambi and she was forever known as Grandma Bambi because of that silly dog. Unfortunately, she died when I was pretty young, so I didn't get to know her as well.

My mother's mother made the BEST gawumpkie (who knows if that is even remotely spelled correctly) - stuffed cabbage. She loved milky tea - almost as much milk as tea. And I still drink mine that way as well - the older I get, the more milk ends up in my tea! She and my grandfather always had a houseful of foster kids, even though they barely had enough to feed their own children. She had a huge heart. She was the real gambler though - her son took her to the Bahamas once and she spent the entire vacation playing the dollar slot machines - that was in the old days when they used actual silver dollars instead of tokens. She almost missed the plane home because she was winning! She got on the plane with a couple of buckets full of those silver dollars. She gave many of them to the grandkids - I still have some of them. She loved it all and couldn't understand why her right shoulder's bursitis was acting up - couldn't possibly have been pulling on the one armed bandit, now could it? She lived on a "fixed income" in her later years, and we used to leave a little money for her in her address book when we visited. Once, about 5 minutes after we left, we stopped at the convenience store near her house and found her ALREADY THERE buying lottery tickets with that money! What a hoot.

Thanks, NoahCat for the chance to remember them both. I miss them!