Grandma baked the best chocolate cookies one has ever had.
She also let me wash these chocolaty treats down with seven ounce ‘Seven-Up’.
Soda was forbidden at our house, so this was a special refreshment. Grandma was
a strong independent woman whose generosity was huge. She ran the local church
kitchen with authority. My memories of
my grandfather are few but his deep gravely voice was fondly remembered. He
passed and the house my grandma lived in suddenly became too large for her
alone. She decided it was time to move to the ‘Matilda Brown Rest Home’. This
was no ordinary ‘Rest Home’. It was beautiful, exclusive, and close to our
house. I was allowed to ride my bicycle by my self to the Matilda Brown palace.
It was barely over a mile but it seemed like a long journey.
My grandma seemed
happy in her new home. There were lots of activities to experience. They always
held events to draw us children to participate. When we visited, grandma would
shower us with gifts. Clothes, candy, a couple of quarters which in those days
bought a handful of chocolate bars and a special gift would be given to us.
This special gift was a big bag filled with one ounce jelly packets. At first
receiving a bag of jelly packets was a little disappointing to our young minds.
A stern glance from my mother signaled us to be grateful and thank Grandma. We
found out that every morning our Grandma would take several packets of jelly
from the breakfast table. She would save them and gift them to us when we
visited.
I grew to like and appreciate this peculiar gift. I had a
special fondness for the strawberry flavored jelly. When we ran low it was time
to pay a visit to Grandma. Why did Grandma save these packets? She surely could
afford to buy any jelly or jam she desired. I later came to the realization it
was my Grandma’s way of showing her love. She grew up during the depression and
later experienced war rationing. Jelly was a treat and you did not want to
waste this extravagant condiment. Her
nature was to take care of others and to share was her demonstration of love.
When ever I go to a restaurant and have a strawberry jelly packet I fondly
remember this time. Grandma I love you.
Loving and heartfelt tribute. She sounds like a great grandmother.
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ReplyDeleteButtermilk biscuits and sausage gravy remind me of my Grandmother. Grandmothers rock.
ReplyDeleteYou, by the way, have a sweet heart.
ReplyDeleteThis may be my favorite all time post of yours. What a lovely story. And I know very well the habits of those who lived through the depression. I even find myself practicing some that were passed along through the generations.
ReplyDeleteThankyou Lea Ann, I appreciate it. Tomorrow is the big day. I hope your team is victorious and wins in a big menacing way.
ReplyDeleteThree Dogs BBQ, I was having breakfast and reached for the strawberry jam packet when all of a sudden this memory/story appeared. It is nice to have these memory triggers such as your bisquits and gravy. Grandmas do rock!
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