I spent lots of time with my grandparents when I was little so I have lot of Granny memories. These are some of my favorites. ..
My Granny always had sour balls, maraschino cherries, and tootsie roll pops. In the afternoons while she was watching Days of Our Lives, I would go in the kitchen and sneak maraschino cherries. Of course I don’t think I was as sneaky as I thought since she always knew I was doing it.
When I would spend the night at her house I would take a bath with Ivory soap and “swim” meaning I slid back and forth in the tub, I am sure sloshing water all over the floor but she never told me that I had to stop doing that. She would always sleep with me because I had lots of nightmares and a tendency to sleep walk.
In the mornings, I got to lay in her ENORMOUS king size bed and watch Capt Kangaroo and Sesame Street. (I feel certain that her bed was much larger than any king size bed currently made) And, she would cook me oatmeal and I got to eat while in bed. Doesn’t get any better than that!
She also made me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches without the jelly and crusts–’cause that is how I liked them! And ooey, gooey, stringy grilled cheese with mozzarella or cheddar. And while we are on the subject food, I also remember that she would buy Neopolitan ice cream in the 1/2 gallon bricks. She would tear the carton on the side and slice the ice cream.
I remember “playing tennis” in the cul de sac, watching the Wizard of Oz, and cruising around in the big, black Cadillac as I sat on the arm rest (pre-carseat days) chewing Juicy Fruit gum.
I remember she used to make me dresses and that at Halloween she cut out pumpkins from orange craft paper and taped them to her sliding glass doors.
I remember that just about every time I went to her house, I caught my fingers in the storm door—it is amazing that I have full function of any of my fingers.
I remember the mango tree in the yard—and frozen mango slushies, she called them daquiris but I really don’t think she was liquorin’ me up.
She always, and still does, called me baby doll.
I remember her getting her hair “done”—my Aunt Isabel either giving her a perm or “pulling it through a cap” to frost it.
She always was making something–either cooking, sewing, crocheting, painting, etc.
She still laughs when she tells the story about me and the song “Delta Dawn” and I laugh when she tells the story about the time she stuck a pearl in her nose.
Her chicken paprikash and keflies are without a doubt my two favorite things in the whole wide world to eat.
My Granny had the most beautiful hands and her nails were always polished. She played the organ and piano. She smelled like Chanel #5.
Christmas was her absolute favorite holiday and I remember when she still had the silver aluminum tree with the colored lights.
She loved to listen to Elvis.
She loved puzzles of any kind and was always working on a crossword or word search or sudoku.
Every time she talked to me on the phone she would cry before hanging up and say “I love you baby doll.”
My Granny was the BEST grandma in the whole entire world. Every kid should have a grandma that loves them as much as she loved me. Thank you Granny. I love you.