Spending time at my grandma Honey’s house as a child, still brings a smile to my face. Honey never ‘went all out’ to entertain my sister and I, she just let us live her day.
We lingered in to morning over breakfast and crossword puzzles. The foods Honey made were always delicious, and I have never been able to duplicate them. For example, for breakfast she served chocolate waffle cookies with sprinkled powdered sugar. It was years later, I learned that her handmade mix was from true cocoa, wheat and applesauce—a very hearty breakfast. What a tricky grandma.
We ate strawberries from her garden, while she selected her daily dining room table flowers. From iris and hollyhocks to pansies and roses, Honey had a beautiful garden in full bloom all summer long.
Walks took us to the corner store for popsicles and fresh fruit. Honey knew everyone in her neighborhood and a cheerful chat would inevitably interrupt our walk.
After lunch and a game of Chinese Checkers, we shared with Honey her favorite daytime show — “The Edge of Night”. This activity brought my grandmother into a new light for me. For that hour she was not our grandma, but a girlfriend enjoy a soap opera.
Honey made quilting, tatting, and embroidery work pleasurable and praised the projects we worked on. She included us in the projects she was working on and patiently worked our stitches into the designs as if they belonged.
After dinner, we would sit on her porch and look out over the city. The bustling people and speeding cars had no idea the peaceful day these two little girls had — living a day with Honey.
Tucked into bed, we whispered excitedly about what to expect the next day — living a day with Honey Grandma.
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