Grams……a very long time ago.
This past weekend we celebrated Grams’ 80th birthday. How do you go about celebrating 80 years of ones life???
With family. These are my aunts and uncle.~~and ma. These are some of the people who have made me who I am. We all haven’t been together like this in a little over a year. It was so good to see everyone.
This is my Aunt Cindy. The daughter calls her Aunt Lucy. ~~her real name is Lucinda~~ I like Aunt Lucy better. It sounds much cuter. Aunt Lucy introduced me to Jiffy corn muffins. Her son introduced me to dipping my potato chips in Miracle Whip. She also makes THE best peanut butter fudge I have ever eaten. Aunt Cindy is always cracking jokes, and when I was little I wanted to be funny just like her.
This is my mother. When I was little I remember watching her put on make-up. I think it was called Fashion 2/20 or some other numbers. Forgive me, I am old and my brain doesn’t work like it should. I couldn’t wait to grow up and put on make-up just like her.
This is my Aunt Sandy. I call her Aunt Sandy.~~her real name is Sandy~~ Aunt Sandy was only 16 when I was born. She lived with us for awhile when I was about 4 or 5, and my dad…my loving, wonderful father…would turn off all the hot water on her when she was in the shower. I remember several mornings waking up to the sound of my dear sweet aunt yelling from the bathroom….Dddddeeeeeeeeeeeaan!!!! She makes the best cheeseball. I really need that recipe!
She even had me and my kid sister in her wedding. I knew I was special then. I even got to wear baby’s breath in my hair. Aunt Sandy had THE coolest clothes, and THE darkest tan I had ever seen. When I was little, I wanted to be just like her.
This is my Uncle Jimmy. Uncle Jimmy went into the Navy when I was very young. I don’t remember much about him, but there is one memory that stands out very strong. It was Christmas, and uncle was home on leave. I remember sitting in front of him on an ottoman and falling asleep against his chest.
You also celebrate food, of course. My dad is blocking the best stuff……..apples with caramel sauce. I could eat that stuff right out of the package. As a matter of fact, I only had 4 apple slices, but I got enough caramel sauce to just eat it plain. And if I were to be totally truthful, I would say that I just wanted to carry the bowl of it over to my table and eat it all. However, I was good and let others have some too.
There was also 4 different kinds of cake. I was a good girl and only had one piece.
My dad, on the other hand had 5 pieces.
Everyone had a great time. As you can see, I am fully recovered from my trauma.
How often do you get together with family?