What a lovely day today was. The sun finally decided to shine, and I was able to put laundry on the line.
As I was hanging up the forty thousandth wash cloth , I began thinking about my Grams. She, and my mother, tell of hanging laundry all year long. Grams had 4 kiddos to wash for. That is a whole stinkin’ lot of laundry to wash, hang, fold and put away.
I remember going over to Grams house when I was little. I am told that I was spoiled rotten by her and my grandpa. ~~ I can’t remember it….and spoiling is something that one MUST remember!!~~ I am told that they would give me a piece of toast and jelly. I would lick the jelly off, and they would spread more on, over and over till the bread was mush. I also remember being allowed to take a sip or 2 of grandpa’s coffee. That was ALWAYS a big deal…. I remember being petrified of her bathroom. She had an enema bag hanging on the back of the door. I didn’t know what it was for, and it was SCARY!!! They had this wonderful weeping willow tree out in the front yard that I would play under. I loved that tree…made a wonderful house! She would take a nap with me and rock the bed so I would go to sleep, and I did the same for my kiddos. Even now, I find myself rocking the bed with my foot. Grams always made THE best pancakes. They were thick and she fried them in something (butter???) that made the edges all crispy. She didn’t use regular maple syrup on her pancakes……only Karo syrup. She had big jugs of the stuff and I remember getting them out of the bottom cupboard in her kitchen. I love my grandma. She is THE best!
How do you eat your pancakes? thick? thin? swimming in syrup? slathered in butter?