My Grandma.
Yesterday was a special day…it was my Grandmother’s birthday. She passed a few days after the 9/11 attack. I thought of her off and on yesterday, and somehow never made it to the computer to jot down some thoughts. So here goes:
My Grandma was born in Oklahoma, her name was Lorene Tabor. She was a petite southern woman whose smile could light up a room instantly. She was one of the most feminine women I’ve known. She suffered from excruciating osteoporosis for many years. She somehow managed to “pretty herself up” every morning in spite of the unimaginable pain she suffered daily.
She had a thick southern accent that would charm just about everyone she met. She loved to cook, and nurtured others with her amazing southern-style cooking. Her black iron skillet was used to make the most amazing milk gravy on the planet. Her round biscuit cutter made perfect circles every time. She would dust the tops with flour before she placed them in the oven. It didn’t take long before an army of pale fluffy clouds were placed in front of our smiling faces. We would use miniature saucers to blend honey and butter. I still remember the heavenly taste of warm biscuits dipped in gooey sweet honey-butter. Grandma also made the best red beans and rice I’ve ever eaten.
Here are some sweet memories I have of my Grandma. She always let me lick the beaters after she made homemade frosting. She made the best peach cobbler in the world. She had a huge garden with a zillion green bean stalks. She served ripe cantaloupe slices with every summer supper. Her favorite saying was, “Bless your Heart”. (I say this all the time too!) She laughed easily and adored country music. Her strong faith in God always got her through. Her nails were flawless and perfectly polished in pink. She loved to dine out. Her favorite meals included Chinese food, Mc D’s fish sandwich, cottage cheese with red jello and fruit, and hot split pea soup. She loved to walk, especially across the Golden Gate bridge. She kept an immaculate home. She loved to tell stories about her youth. She deeply loved her family. She was sassy and sweet at the same time. She never hesitated to say “I love you.”
Happy Birthday Grandma. I love and miss you too.
Always loved a pretty frock : )
