Today would have been my grandma’s 88th birthday. My mother and I celebrated Grandma’s birthday by meeting for lunch.
I brought Mom the boys’ French assignment for this week, which was to write about their great-grandmother. What a blessing they know more about her than her birth and death dates! They know tea time was every day at 2:00 p.m. They have heard about the kitchen drawer full of candy bars for the grandkids. Her memories began fading long before they were born, but their memory of her happy, friendly nature is as crisp as her linen tablecloths and more priceless than her silver butter knife.
Mom brought a gift for me as well–Grandma’s Betty Crocker Cookbook. We studied the food-dotted pages of her favorite recipes. We found the sugar cookie recipe she made daily for neighbors, door-to-door salespeople, and anyone who stopped by for tea. Her fingers touched every pudding pie page. The unused, unbent tab dividers sit at the end of the book. I plan to leave them there.
They will mark a new memory of her, a wish on her birthday come true.