So for my grandmother's birthday, my older brother wants us all to write up memories of what we remember of her...My problem is that my memory sucks. I rarely remember much of my childhood, that's why I can get ridiculously detailed in my journal, because I forget stuff. I've gone back in my journal and what I write sparks the memories, even more then what I wrote. So here it goes for grandma.

My memories usually revolve around food. I remember perfect sugar cookies. So round with the little fork imprints on each cookie in the same fashion. Just the attention to detail that just adds to the beauty of the presentation. I remember fabulous turkey, that I only recently had anything that was close to as good (it was a guest chef at a local place who was visiting from Italy). I remember reading Peanuts and Erma Bombeck books, sitting down and watching the 10:PM news. I remember watching movies as we drove by the drive in theater. Fresh fruits and vegetables from the garden and the rhubarb... Fresh from the garden, in the strawberry rhubarb sauce, over a cold bowl of vanilla ice cream.

The cookie jar. Always full of cookies. Some many pleasent memories associated with getting a cookie from the jar.

Grandma always has a warm smile.