We celebrated my grandmother’s 100th birthday this past week. Leading up to her party, I think most of us grandkids were looking forward to her birthday more than she was. Normally, I can be rather reticent; as my grandmother knows, I answer most any question with yes, no, or fine.
But for the past week or so, no matter what the question or conversation, I managed to work in that my grandmother was turning 100.
At the café, the barista might say, “Good morning.”
My normal response: “Good morning. I’d like a small coffee for here.”
My response this past week: “Good morning. Since my grandmother is turning 100 this week, I think I’ll have a cappuccino.” Continue reading →
On Easter Sunday, I ate the Baby Cheesus. I couldn’t picture my grandmother ever ordering the Baby Cheesus (nothing against a Patty Melt), so in honor of her 99th birthday yesterday, I went old school. I ordered the Kindergartner from the Grilled Cheese Grill. As a reminder, I believe birthdays should be celebrated even from afar. I think some in my family might prefer a gift, but instead I eat a meal (or two) in their honor.
My grandma is celebrating her 99th birthday today. I never knew my dad’s dad, as he died before I was born. My dad’s mom, however, has always been there. When I was nine or so, she moved into the house next to us. Her kitchen was always a gathering point. We played cards at the kitchen table, trying to get my uncle to laugh his laugh. My grandmother could whip up a beef roast dinner from nowhere. As kids (a word not defined by age), it was the candy drawer in the kitchen that we coveted. When we’d walk through the back door, she’d pop up from her chair in the living room to greet us. We’d make a beeline for the candy drawer.
When my grandmother moved into a nursing home a few years ago, my brother took the candy drawer. I’m not talking about the candy; he took the actual drawer. Continue reading →
I started a new tradition last year. Because I don’t live near my family, I’m not around to celebrate birthdays. So I decided that rather than just raising a glass, I would dedicate a meal in their honor.
That still doesn’t sound as generous as I’d like it to. The back-story is probably even worse. Continue reading →