Today my grandmother of 102yrs young passed away. She died very peacefully in her sleep which is always a gift. I have been thinking of my memories of her since speaking to my parents and here are a few of my favorites.
My earliest memory is of her babysitting me, she would race me to my room when it was time for bed. She would always let me win and as she tucked me in she would reward me with a pack of lifesavers for the win, it was either cherry or butterscotch flavor. I also remember when I slept over her apartment in Bayport one night, I don’t really know why I was there and I’m not sure my exact age but I remember waking up the following morning and she had placed chairs all around the bed so I wouldn’t roll off. I remember thinking how am I going to get out of bed.
Every Sunday without fail we would pick her up for 10am mass. She would be waiting for us and would come out in her dress and handbag – like the queen she always had her hand bag. Again I would always get a pack of lifesavers or charms. Charms seemed to be the favorite for Sunday mass. If it were raining she would pull out this clear plastic throw away rain hat that you are suppose to use only once but she would careful refold the hat along its according like folds and tuck it back in its case- too funny. During the holidays when she came to our house she had “her” chair – the queen Ann winged back in the living room. With her purse by her side she would drink scotch and water that only Robert could make. She didn’t leave the chair until it was time for dinner.
The two things that will ALWAYS remind me of Grandma is Yoo-hoo (a rich and tasty cocoa drink) and Mallomars (a sublime and elusive blend of graham cracker, marshmallow and a pure dark chocolate coating). Don’t know if she liked Yoo-hoo b/c I don’t think I ever saw her drink it but she always had it around for us. It was a staple in her fridge and every car trip she would walk out of her apartment with a brown paper bag – we all knew what was in the bag. Yoo-hoo and Mallomars - YUM.
On Christmas Eve, after mass, we would always go to Howard Johnson’s (Ho Jo's) for dinner to enjoy clam strips and fearless fidos. She always treated us for dinner and in the car ride home one of us (usually the youngest so that would be me) would count “1 2 3” and all of us together would say “
Thank you Grandma”
Grandma was a big fan of baseball and the Mets in particular. She would watch the games at all hours and I remember when in her apartment a game was always on. Well, Grandma you really put in some great innings and some extra ones as well. I hope you are whole and dancing again. You have seen so much in this world. “
Thank You Grandma” – indeed.