DNA?

When I was in my twenties, I used my grandmother's lipstick. She had a kind of peculiar way of applying it and it worked for me, but not my sisters. Now, I am getting the same lines around my mouth that she had. She was 5 years younger, in this picture, than I am now.…

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Save me, Kitty! Save me!

My grandparents' yard was about an acre of a 40 acre property. There was a fence around the other 39 and a neighbor kept cows there. (He paid my grandparents for the use of the property with half a beef every year.) There was a pasture to the right of the house and a wet…

Remembering my grandparents

I remember my grandmother holding me up to see a cat with new kittens in a dead tree stump that must have been 4.5 feet tall. Because of the shape of the house, I had to have been <4 years old. A renovation took out the porch every one else was sitting on. I remember…

Names

My friend has a son who is 10. I have been in a room with him. But, we haven't actually been introduced other than "This is my friend, Kitty." directed to his grandmother, who was in the room at the same time. I have no clue what he is expected to call me. It will…

Artichokes

When I was 14 or 15, a frequent habit in my family was to go to church on Sunday and then have our big meal, usually in the dining room instead or the breakfast nook off the kitchen. It wasn't always a huge feast that my mother had spent hours over, just the biggest meal…

Cake!

This photo was taken to mark my second birthday. My father had turned 24 the previous April and there was chocolate cake. I have always loved chocolate cake. And I decided that I wanted a piece of that birthday cake. So, I pushed a chair over to the kitchen counter and cut myself a slice.…

Looking for ice

When my Nanny died, we all had to travel to the funeral. NONE of her children or grandchildren lived nearby. So, we were all piled up in a hotel and taking care of the business of getting her buried and as much of the household stuff taken care of as we could. People brought food…

Ruining a steak

I saw this graphic on FaceBook this morning and it made me think of my grandmother: Kate grew up in the country. Her father was a farmer with a third grade education. They didn't always have a lot of ready cash, but they were never, ever hungry. It was kind of a shame that she…