I can't believe I forgot this......as I was growing up, back before the Pilsbury cookies became scoopable, Nanny always had a "roll" of the chocolate chip slice-n-bake waiting for me. We made them every time I stayed with her.
Well, they may have been made so that you could scoop them these days, but I still slice them the way my Nanny did, and Thomas has taken my place in putting them on the cookie sheet....just one more way she is with me
Larisa
I remember cooking with my Polish nanna when I was younger. My DSM and I lived with her and my late Poppa until I was 5 and I reckon I was inseperable from them. I found nothing better than either being wrapped around her legs in the kitchen "helping" or sitting under the treadle, treadling for her while she sewed. Or helping Pop out in the vegie garden. Aren't memories like that priceless?
And what a great memory for you to carry on to the next generation...more will come I promise.
-- Sandi in New Westminster B.C. Queen of Travelogues
regarding treadles.......my Nanny gave me the one that she had, which belonged to her mother-in-law. She never used it, that I know of, but I used to sit under it and push that thing for hours.....kept me quiet and out of the way of everybody, plus they knew where I was!
LShar> I remember cooking with my Polish nanna when I was younger. My DSM and I
Our prayers and thoughts are with you at this sad time. She sounds like a wonderful, loving Nanny and she was very lucky to be adored so much.
Everyone's posts trigger happy memories for me also...of being at Grandma's way up in the mountains of Summers County, West Virginia. She always had a pail of fresh, cold milk from one of my uncle's cows, fried potatoes, fried chicken, and wonderful homemade biscuits topped with strawberry jam from the cellar. She cooked on a wood stove and the house was heated with a pot-belly stove in the living room in the winter. I spent many warm, breezy West Virginia summers helping pick potatoes in their big gardens, picking cherries, rocking in her porch swing or playing with the infinite multitude of kittens under the porch. Of course, there was an outhouse, which was no fun in the winter!!
Sewing was a big part of her life and I treasure the few quilts I have from the many that she made.
Cindy
Larissa
Cherish those precious memories. You'll find more will come back at the strangest times. I speak from experience as I lost my beloved grandad 4 1/2 years ago (he was 98 and seemed immortal) and not a day goes by that I don't think of him and wonder how he would have dealt with some challenging situations. Be thankful that you can see you nanny in your kids - nature seems to make the good people survive in the future generations.
Viviane
Hi Larisa Guess I didn't get the original post. Very sorry to hear of your loss, and knowing you will keep her memory alive in so many ways.
It is quite touching to read of the post here about grandparents. Even at the ripe old age of almost-51, I still feel the loss of having no experience of grandparents growing up (both sets passed before any of us kids were born). In school it was always upsetting to me when classmates or well-intentioned teachers would ask about vacation times or holidays spent with grandparents, as we had no answer to that. I remember us "adopting" an older couple who we thought would be about the right age (turned out they were same age as our parents, but we didn't care).
I was given my grandfather's shillelagh (Blackthorn walking stick he brought from Ireland) and my dad's father's hand drills, so at least I have a little part of them with me.
Have a peace-filled/piece-filled day, Ginger in CA where it is sure windy but warm today!
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