Ready for a new mini-memoir assignment? Well, ready or not, here it comes. My Grandma Hall made the best spaghetti ever. I can just picture her in her kitchen, apron tied around her waist, steam rolling from the stove. Her spaghetti sauce was simple - no exotic veggies or expensive Italian spices. My grandmother looked like she belonged in the kitchen (unlike me) and I don't mean in a women's lib kind of way. She just fit. She was at ease there. So, here's your assignment; Tell me about your grandma in the kitchen.
2 comments:
Karen, I love your Mini-memoir Mondays.
So many memories of my sweet little grandma come to mind: First I see again her fingers, and her hands. And her smile, and her sweet, soft, shy little giggle. I miss her so much!
Recently I wrote about how she taught me to use her old treadle sewing machine and little did she or I know that she was preparing me to use a treadle sewing machine in Africa!
Thanks for encouraging my memories!
Linda
Wow! Glad you're writing it down. I bet that would sell as an article to someplace like Guideposts magazine. We never know, do we? All the little things that align and then wait for the perfect timing.
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