Letter to grandma

March 25th, at 8: I can not explain fully the joy and inner peace that i am currently experiencing in my life. I thank you once again for helping me know how to pray. Thank you and God bless you.

Letter to grandma

Apple Strudel By Charlene Wexler One step inside the Austrian pastry shop and I was overwhelmed by the sweet, spicy scent of bakery goods. My eyes opened wide, my mouth watered, and my tongue licked my lips in anticipation of biting into a delicious piece of sugary cinnamon apple strudel.

My mind, however, traveled back in time. The white counters were busy with appliances; the stainless mixer, four-slice toaster, and tin bread box came to mind. The electric stove was a wonder for the times. Not my mother but my dad had purchased it; he liked to buy every new gadget. Actually, I hated the stove.

I recalled how sore my hand became from a burn I obtained on it--that burn hurt worse than when I touched the radiator. On a hot summer day, a fuzzy-tailed gray squirrel or a bright feathered bird might be perched on one of the tree limbs.

The window could be opened, so we not only cooled down, but listened to the sounds coming from the outside world. Gram, with her silver-gray hair pulled back with bobby pins, her long pink house dress dotted by tiny little flowers throughout, was busy working by the time I got up and dressed.

I could hear the sound of pots and pans and the opening and shutting of cabinets as I entered the room. It was early Friday morning, which was cooking and baking day at our home, and I was ready. My small wooden cutting board, my petite wood rolling pin with the red handles, and the pink flowered bowl were sitting at my end of the table.

My little yellow apron with the blue sashes was waiting on the chair for me. While tying it, Gram pulled me close to her full soft body and hugged me.

She called me "mein kin," which was Yiddish for "my special child. Mom said before Grandma became an old lady in her 60s she actually wore business clothes and owned a store where she made dresses and hats. The one I had now was perfect.

When she smiled at me, I started to laugh because her smooth, white skin around her mouth was sunken. Her teeth were still sitting in a glass on her dresser. I saw them there. I knew her better than mom. Tiny, our furry white Pomeranian with the bright black eyes, was stationed under the table near my chair in anticipation of dropped food-- which usually ended up on his fur, making him sticky, too.

I climbed up on the metal chair with the wide red vinyl cushion, and held out my hands for the inspection. Her rule was that I had to have clean hands before I could help. Gram checked behind my ears to make sure the tiny diamond earrings she gave me when I got my ears pierced were secure.Jan 27,  · A man moves into a nudist colony.

He receives a letter from his grandmother asking him to send her a current photo of himself in his new location. Jul 17,  · Placerville Great Grandma Hoping For Letters For th Birthday.

July 17, at pm. I am sending her a letter, and encouraging others here in Florida to send her a letter, too.

Letter to grandma

Tuesday, January 3rd, Dear Grandma Pettit, I know I said the same thing when I wrote a letter to Grandpa after he died, but the truth remains.. I can’t believe you are gone. It’s been three and a half years since Grandpa passed away, and I still don’t think it has truly sunk in that he is gone.

Dear Grandma, If I have been rich in anything in this life, it has been grandparents. Two sets of grandparents and three sets of great-grandparents were there to greet me when I came into this world, and I remember all of them, though one of my maternal great-grandfathers died when I was quite young.

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