Remembering people 3

Grandma Rosie

I can't really say that my relationship with Grandma Rosie is anything like Grandpa Lemon. She wasn't the lovey dovey type grandma unless you were a favorite. None of my mother's kids were her favorite. I must admit though we had it better then my mom's younger sister's kids. My grandma had nothing to do with them until they were adults. My sister had all the attention until my mom's youngest sister had kids then we were forgotten. And when my mom's baby brother had a kid I think we all ceased to exist. The things I remember about Grandma: her super sweet tea. You could actually get a 1/4 cup of sugar out of the bottom of your glass when you were done drinking it. She made the best fried chicken strips. Oh how I wish I had some now. She was great at baking and candy making. She made the best buckeye candy's. Unfortunately when asked for a recipe she never had one. She was crafty. We have lots of homemade stuffed animals and care bears that she made. She made us each a quilt. Unfortunately Markus came too late to get one. I remember staying with her a few times during the summer. I got to collect the chicken eggs. I always wished to live on a farm so I could have chickens. I remember the baby sheep in the yard and the baby chicks in the garage staying warm. I remember the prized car in the garage, but can't remember what kind it was. I remember her driving to my house on a motorcycle and her only having one real eye. She lost the other years ago while making grenades for soldiers or something like that. She had a glass eye to replace it. I always wanted grandma's house when she died. Of course that was unthinkable because my uncle and his family got it all. I did get some cherished home made items from her house though. I got a water pitcher and basin and the beloved Tree house cookie jar (my mom had one just like it that I wanted, but my little brother broke it on accident) and the tree house planter. I cherish the stuff made by her hands rather then the junk that was bought. I think I even ended up getting her old school box with the supplies still in it. When grandma was diagnosed with cancer she went pretty fast after that. My kids didn't really know her. Not that she died when they were young (she died last year) but because I never really visited her. I don't really visit any family anymore. My kids barely know my parents and siblings. I get my hands and feet from Grandma Rosie. My birthing hips (as Mark calls them). My love to live in the farm fresh air. I guess a lot of my looks are because of Grandma Rosie. I love her in my own way and wish I could have gotten to know her better then I did.