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Ingredients: From the moment I met Grandma, she took me in as one of her own. She made a newcomer feel welcome and an old friend just the same. I gleaned so much experience and wisdom from our many talks around the dining room table, relaxing on the couches, or the back porch as well.
I enjoyed the afternoons we spent looking through her recipes; she would be remembering where she had gotten a certain recipe, and I would copy recipes as quickly as I could trying possibly to mimic her wonderful cooking skills, which she was so well known for.
I remember one day when we were sitting in the dining room and she was sharing the story of a piece of jewelry she had on that day. Soon after she returned out of her bedroom with boxes of jewelry--we sat for hours more talking about her many other pieces and hearing of the stories behind them. . . how she loved jewelry!
There were many nights when our long trek to San Diego would have us arriving long after midnight. It always amazed me that Grandma would be right there on the couch waiting for us with open arms. We would then make it an even later night trying to get caught up briefly before we finally went to bed. . . we usually paid for that one late night the whole weekend long. I could always count on being caught up on celebrity drama after any visit to Grandma's. We would sit reading her magazines and talking about the newest Hollywood scoop. Grandma seemed like she could have opened her very own newsstand with all of the magazine subscriptions she had.
I loved the quiet nights we spent together (after the kids were asleep or even before kids!) watching fun country music shows like "Country Star" and exciting game shows like "Wheel of Fortune" and "Deal or No Deal." Grandma was a human T.V. Guide; at her house you never missed a show! Of course, when nothing good was on the tube we could share our love for country music together, a little Alan Jackson was always loaded and ready in the CD player. Actually, the last precious moments we were together were spent holding hands and listening to a Randy Travis Worship CD.
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