Finish the sentence: My grandmother..

My other grandmother rose at 5:00 every morning, let the dogs out, fed the chickens, made biscuits from scratch, fried a dozen eggs and cooked a skillet full of bacon while smoking Chesterfields. She also told me, in private, that she hated "that segregation."

Grandma made the best carmel rolls...ever. Everything from scratch...flour from the wheat grown on the 'back forty', churned butter. etc. Her homemade lemonade was great..sit at the kitchen table and 'help' squeeze the lemons by hand. She would make my brother and I sandwiches wrapped in waxpaper, cookies and lemonade in a mason jar..all put in my uncle's metal lunchbox..off we would go to explore the woods and then bring in the cows from the pasture in the late afternoon for milking (by hand). She stood on the back porch one evening and shot a skunk with a .56 caliber Spencer rifle(my great-grandfather's gun)...only thing left of the skunk was the smell. She could light matches at 50 feet with a .22 rifle. After tucking us in bed with a homemade quilt that must have weighed 50 pounds, she would read us fairy tales until we fell asleep. She stood only 4 ft 11 inches, but she is a giant in my memories. Really miss those carmel rolls (drool).

My Grandma Abby made the best coffee cakes in the world and baked about twenty of them for her neighborhood customers every Saturday. The males in the family also got wonderful potato cakes for their birthdays--wonderful not very sweet chocolate cake yummy thin layer of fudge frosting. My other grandmother sometimes set things on fire while she was baking, but we all loved her schmorn (sort of like scrambled eggs with flour added cooked in melted Crisco) with canned peaches in heavy syrup.

My gramma Ona made the BEST black-eyed peas ever. Her sweet tea may as well have been syrup.
She also dipped snuff. We were careful not to kick over her 'spit cans'. eeeeewwww.
Great thread, noahcat.

My Grandma grew rose bushes and rose tressels. She had a parakeet who'd sit on her hand while she drank tea from a pretty 'for company" teacup- the birds name was always "Billy-Bird"-- didn't matter if Billy Bird died- the next one was also called BillyBird- He lived in a cage in the kitchen by a window and kept Grandma company while she cooked and baked.

Grandpa was a gas station owner and a sometimes bootlegger. ya gotta make hay while the sunshines apparently

..smelled like pills.

My grandma was awesome! Boy could she cook, bake, and made the BEST coffee! She was one of those people who did not need to follow recipes and she did not measure ingredients. Her kuchen was delish! Miss her a lot!

... had her sentence commuted by the governor.

The only grandmother I ever knew was my maternal grandmother. She passed away when I was only 10, probably tired from having borne 17 children, 14 of whom made it to adulthood. She used to keep change under the scarf on her dresser to give to her MANY grandchildren. She spoke only French.

My Grandma was an angel from heaven. She was sweet and extremely honest. She loved babies and children of every age and she was thrilled at "company" stopping by for a visit. She cried when we left and always said, "Are you sure you can't stay just a little while longer?". She was only able to have one child of her own (my dad), so she adopted another and proceeded to lavish lots of love and affection on all her many grandchildren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren.

My dad was extremely spoiled by "Gram" and was a little bit of a troublemaker. He would go out with his friends and shoot deer out of hunting season and bring it home to help put food on the table (They were never wealthy.). My Gram was not happy using illegal venison, but chose to use it so the family could eat. We still laugh about the time she served a mincemeat pie made with illegal venison, to our local DNR agent, who had stopped by for a visit. ;-)

Gram made it just a few months short of 100 years old; I still miss her