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| Connie, Grandma Perin and me |
Thinking about Grandma Perin tonight. Her first name was Elizabeth, which is my middle name. She lived about a mile and half from us on an acreage by herself. In her later years she moved to Cedar Falls and lived with Grandpa and Grandma Becker. My mom and dad used to drive her to all of her appointments, all of her shopping, and looked in after her for many years. Connie, DeAnn and I were there quite often. We used to help feed all of her cats, which was dry cat food mixed with bread crumbs, milk and one egg. We used to play in the horse barn with the really cool hayloft. We used to drink out of the hydrant on hot summer days, which was the coldest, best water ever. We used to mow her lawn, which sometimes could be intimidating when we saw her looking out the back door watching us. We used to help pick weeds in the garden and pick up sticks when storms blew through. A teacher by trade, she used to tutor me in math. I used to look forward to those afternoons - once the session was done I went in the pantry to make us a snack. It was usually her homemade jelly or jam on a piece of white bread. It was so delicious.
She didn't have air conditioning, nor indoor plumbing. You know what that means. Outhouse time. Or the commode. I don't remember ever seeing her in slacks or with her hair not in a bun.
I'm thinking of her tonight, and every other time I make homemade popcorn. Mine doesn't even compare to hers. She used to make us popcorn on Sunday nights. Her stove was located in the porch and she had the ultimate popcorn pan. I used to watch her stir the kernels with her index finger. It's weird what we remember.
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| An old popcorn pan like Grandma Perin's |
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Afterwards we used to gather around her small kitchen. Her radio was usually on and we would talk or us girls would watch The Waltons which was her favorite show. Her television set was very, very small. With the antenna.
Every time I make homemade popcorn I think of those wonderful Sunday nights and Grandma Perin.
I still wonder to this day why I put popcorn in a glass and added milk and salt. Maybe that's why I don't drink milk to this day.
But I do eat popcorn. And I still hate math.
Love you and miss you Grandma Perin.
It's a great day to be alive~make it a great day!
Melody
xoxo
Grandma Becker's entry for October 17, 1990
"Cloudy and windy most of day. Fixed barbecued ribs for dinner and baked potatoes. Legs hurt today - Gerald went to Dr. Basu. Stopped at Ohrts - they and Jim's got home about five. Got us a bag of apples at Gay Mills $5. Gerald watched ball game Cinci Reds and Oakland. I won the Scrabble game - at 10 it has been raining. Wind and very chilly".