When my Grandma, Grammy to me, passed away, I looked and looked for her recipe box but I couldn’t find it. My aunt had taken it, and it took years for me to finally get them to make copies of. I was so happy to have them again! I color copied them so they looked as close to the originals as I could get. They were all faded and yellowed from being around for so long, some had notes that my grandma had written on them. Her handwriting was so pretty and old-fashioned. When she was in school you had to write really perfect cursive. I loved her hands too. They were strong hands that had worked hard, but she would still do her nails sometimes. She was a doodler, when she’d talk on the phone she would draw really intricate doodles and her leg was always going to. My Grandpa said I was just like her, couldn’t ever sit still for a second. I am bouncing my leg right now as I write this too, I always do. I miss her so much. It helps a little to have things like this recipe book I made of her cards, and her wooden spoon that is displayed with it, in my kitchen, but I wish I could hear her voice again. I used to call her the minute I had any good news and the minute I had any bad news too. I hope she still sees me today and is proud of me for how hard I work to make a life for myself and my family. I hope she knows how much I remember her, miss her and love her, and that she, is who taught me, to be who I am.
