My grandma was such an amazing woman. Her name was Dessie and I miss her so much. She was quiet, funny, loving, kind and she made the most awesome cookies in the world. In a nutshell: she was the best grandma ever.
Dessie always cooked for others, waited on others, served others. She never let a dish go unwashed or a family member go without dessert. She fed us and fed us and fed us.
One family dinner, after everyone finished eating, I began clearing the table while my mom and grandma were in the kitchen doing the dishes. Dessert was ready but everyone was full and moving on to different activities. My grandpa was still at the table and, in his not-so-subtle way, said, "Geez, I sure would like a piece of pie." My grandma turned from the kitchen, walked over to him and replied, "Well, get up and get it yourself".
Everyone busted out laughing. Dessie just responded in her sweet way, "Well." I kept thinking that at some point in a woman's life, she just doesn't feel like serving pie any more.
I love grandma stories. Yours seems strong, warm and funny.
ReplyDeleteSilvia (from A to Z Challenge)
Telling grandma stories is one of the best way of remembering them. Thanks for visiting.
DeleteLol! Cute story!
ReplyDeleteSharon, you would have gotten a kick out of my grandma. I could see us all sitting around drinking coffee, telling stories and laughing out loud. I miss you!
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