Saturday, February 27, 2021
As a kid, going to my grandma and grandpa's in Melville meant so many things would happen: Grandma would have chocolate somewhere, for sure! There would be all kinds of tasty food and treats. At some point, Grandma and Grandpa would be waltzing in the kitchen, and she'd have that sweet smile on her face. She would often have a new recipe for us to try out, and some of them were pretty creative. Inevitably someone would stop by to say hello - a cousin, an aunt or uncle, a family friend. Family and friends were welcome in their home. There would be music, games, and more yummy eats. There would be walks and lots of laughter. I could always get a hug, except for the day that I got taller than her. (That day I was in trouble!) Grandma let me help her with cooking and baking and errands, and I remember the day she taught me to thread a needle, to knot the thread, and to tie off the last stitch. (We were making clothes for my stuffed Smurf and I felt pretty clever once I knew how to do that so well.) There's nothing more special than going to Grandma's house, and I will treasure those memories always.
