A Series of Moments
Grilled Cheese= Sliced Cheddar Cheese + White Bread pulled from freezer and defrosted + butter
Tomato Soup= Tomato soup( Campbell's of course) + one can with half milk half water
Undeniably my love of this meal comes from my grandmother....or as I called her Grammy. Now of course I use regular bread...I prefer Italian for grilled cheese and will add some sliced tomatoes or spinach leaves to spice it up a bit. I like to dip my grilled cheese in the tomato soup or ketchup...depends on my mood, but of my few memories of being with my Grammy before she had Alzheimer's this is one. It reminds me of going over to her house, eating vanilla wafers, watching Grandpa Osborn heat up the metal of his spoon in his tea so he could bend it back into its proper place, going in the bathroom and carefully lifting the lid of the glass jar that held the mint scented bath beads and breathing in their smell. In the glass closet in between their bedroom and the family room there were many treasures to be found including a clunky calculator..the kind that dings when you hit a button and types up the figures on a roll of paper. I remember going over there once and spending the night and the one Christmas when my Grammy gave me Anne of Green Gables and I threw it on the floor, angry to get a book and not a toy. But most of my memories of my Grammy are of when she did have Alzheimer's. The fact that I've forgotten most of the time I spent with her as a toddler scares me, but at the same time gives me a peek into what the last few years of her life must have been like. The memories are almost there, but not quite. And perhaps the reason she inspires me so much, the reason I am inspired to write about her and draw paintings of her is that I'm desperately trying to capture me memories of her because I know that one day they could and most likely will fade as hers did.
And thus begins a series of moments.
Tomato Soup= Tomato soup( Campbell's of course) + one can with half milk half water
Undeniably my love of this meal comes from my grandmother....or as I called her Grammy. Now of course I use regular bread...I prefer Italian for grilled cheese and will add some sliced tomatoes or spinach leaves to spice it up a bit. I like to dip my grilled cheese in the tomato soup or ketchup...depends on my mood, but of my few memories of being with my Grammy before she had Alzheimer's this is one. It reminds me of going over to her house, eating vanilla wafers, watching Grandpa Osborn heat up the metal of his spoon in his tea so he could bend it back into its proper place, going in the bathroom and carefully lifting the lid of the glass jar that held the mint scented bath beads and breathing in their smell. In the glass closet in between their bedroom and the family room there were many treasures to be found including a clunky calculator..the kind that dings when you hit a button and types up the figures on a roll of paper. I remember going over there once and spending the night and the one Christmas when my Grammy gave me Anne of Green Gables and I threw it on the floor, angry to get a book and not a toy. But most of my memories of my Grammy are of when she did have Alzheimer's. The fact that I've forgotten most of the time I spent with her as a toddler scares me, but at the same time gives me a peek into what the last few years of her life must have been like. The memories are almost there, but not quite. And perhaps the reason she inspires me so much, the reason I am inspired to write about her and draw paintings of her is that I'm desperately trying to capture me memories of her because I know that one day they could and most likely will fade as hers did.
And thus begins a series of moments.