Posted: Jun 28, 08
10:58am
My father's Mom was the one I knew best. My Mom's Mom passed before I was born, sadly.
My Grandma had "plasters", she called them, for what ailed you.
My Dad recalled mustard plasters, swigging down cod liver oil in the spring, and such.
I loved her baking soda "plaster" that she would mix up, and rub, lovingly on any musquito bite I or my cousins reported to her. It felt so good when she put it on, and made us feel so special for that moment, that I think we almost wanted to get bitten!
She made the most awesome, soft, sugar cookies, that had a single raisin on the top of each one. I did not inherit the recipe, and have tried a zillion recipes since to try to figure hers out....
I loved her big teacup collection, and her two miniature sets on the curio were of endless fascination for me as a kid.
We played with an all wooden doll house my great uncle had made for all of us cousins to play with at grandma's house, and a tin doll house.
Grandpa would swing us in the rope swing in the blackchestunut tree in front of their country home.
He let us watch him milk the four cows that he kept, and would feed the cats as he did it, which made us laugh!
He once had to chase, swishing his hat, and yelling at my cousin and me out of the bull pasture that we got into, unaware.
He taught us to crack walnuts open on the huge, flat rock by the water pump, outside of the big barn.
He let us jump into mounds of hay in the barn, after we climbed into the loft. The best!!
He and grandma always had lots of hugs for all of us!!
