What is something that reminds you of your Grandma?

Maternal grandmother--Strudel--specifically the story early editions of Joy of Cooking tell about how Hungarian girls were not considered marriageable till they could coax the dough to cover a large table with NO holes. i watched her do that once when i was about 5-6 yrs old. Paternal Grandma--the smell of beeswax will bring her front hall to mind because she used it on the woodwork.

Both lived to be 98 but they were different as night and day Maternal grandma was in a nursing home her last 15 yrs in/out of lucidity, my Paternal G'ma Nell was sharp as could be till her last day she had a mantle full of family photographs right down to great great grandchildren and she could tell you not only their connection to her but usually any detail their parents had shared with her or something she observed when meeting them.. As i aged my goal was to be like Nell. She had a huge heart, staying close to my Mom long after my parents divorced---strangers often thought Mom was her daughter not ex DIL, and she treated my much younger half brother like one of her blood kin. (He's approaching 60 and still talks fondly of her.)
 

Paternal Granny... Tomato soup & ham roll.. which she would always have for lunch every Wednesday when she came to visit us when I was a child.

Silk shiny cold counterpane on her bed, when I stayed over and slept in her bed with her, and her cold feet on my legs which always grossed me out...sorry granny..lol

Taking us to the theatre albeit the Gods because she only had a little pension...

Ice cream at the seaside, when she would take us kids there, even on rainy days, and we'd sit in the bus shelter on the promenade and look at the sea, while it poured ..

Postal Orders for 2/6d..which she would send in every birthday card...
 
Maternal grandmother - playing scrabble, books and being taught her mother's recipe for making dinner rolls and cinammon buns. and many political and discussions on the role of religion
Paternal - value of friendship, thrift and how to live with very little and be happy. and will always remember her cooking still think of her when doing the dishes
 
Just thought of her the other night...my maternal grandma. I was surfing thru the tv channels and ran across Laurel and Hardy. Now, my grandma didnt speak or understand english very well (we're Armenian) but she would crack up while watching L & H.
I don't think there was much talking in that show anyway.

She would also always have her nylons rolled up half way, then knotted somehow to keep them just below her knee.
I spent a lot of time with her when I was a child.
 
I think of my ma's ma every single day, and many things trigger it.

One thing that stands out at the moment is moving to a new apartment, cleaning out the closet a small box fell off the top shelf loaded with tiny embroidered roses. It was May 10th my Grandma's birthday and her name was Rose.

My father's mother not so much.
 
Whenever I make meatballs from her recipe I remember my paternal grandmother.

Here's something I have pondered over the years. My dad's 3rd wife Ellen self-published a family/friends cookbook. In it is my grandma's recipe for meatballs. Only thing is that it doesn't match mine. There are two important ingredients missing in Ellen's cookbook. Is it a mistype...or did Grandma purposely leave it out of the recipe she gave to Ellen? 😉
 
Floral print aprons with two pockets in the front. Especially if they are made from flour sacks. My Grandmother wore these every day and even had aprons for specific activities. I remember her coming in from the orchard, holding the bottom of her apron up to contain all the apples she picked for a pie.
 
I was raised by my my paternal grandmother, my only grandparents as the maternal grandfather died in the war, and the grandmother died during the 1918 pandemic. Anyway I think of and miss her everyday of my life since she died in 1975. Grandpa died in 1958. I wish I could believe I would see them again and especially my gramma.
 
I remember her cooking.
She made the best lentil soup, peach dumplings, and for a German/ Czech she made wonderful Italian pasta sauce.

At Christmas she would make me a special fruit cake with just raisins. I didn't like the mixed fruit she put in the others.

During summer she was always at the stove making jams and jellies from berries she picked the day before.

She made dresses for my dolls and in the winter we would have hot tea together and she would read the tea leaves.
She could really make up the stories of what was she saw in those leaves. I couldn't wait to finish my cup and drain out the last of the tea so she could read mine.
 

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