Grandma

She liked peanut butter toast and coffee, Opera and listening to people. She lived on Bainbridge, and introduced me to water. One year she and my Grandpa brought a pie from Bainbridge Bakery down for Thanksgiving, back before it was operated under any of the names that followed, before returning to the original, and it had a buttery, almost cookie-sweet crust that was tall and fluted, and inside were mounds of spiced, syrupy apples, all covered with a thick layer of chewy caramel. It remains one of the best things I've ever eaten. She made biscuits, ran a B&B, drove down in an ice storm with my Grandpa and youngest uncle on Christmas Eve, when I was 8, so she could surprise me with Samantha. She passed down a slight penchant towards being an Anglophile, gave me my first hound, always smelled just like she should. Four years. It might as well be four days. I miss her so much.

Tomorrow, we return to mildly obscene topics.

Comments

[L.]

Thank you so much, guys. And I am sorry we all have someone to miss, but glad that we miss them as much as we do.

Amanda, I want to! I'm just afraid it won't live up to my memories. But I might try, just to see.

Emily, SERIOUSLY. Can't wait. Or I can, but still.

[Elisa]

Oh. 3 years for my Grandma and it still makes me tear up. What a great, loving post :) You have good memories.

[Amanda]

I was given a felicity doll by an old family friend and I loved that thing. Seriously! And that pie sounds fantastic. You should remake it, in her honor :)

[uncouthheathen]

My great aunt was like a grandmother to me and my siblings. She was one of the best people I've ever known and I loved her more than anything or anyone. She died 18 years ago, and it might as well have been yesterday. I miss her every day, and though my memories are faded, I can still hear her laugh, clear as a bell.

[Emily]

She sounds awesome. It's people like that who make me excited to be an old lady someday.