Written for: dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Grandmothers . . . (posted by sarahsouthwest) " . . . write about grannies. Those older women who support us and nurture us. The women who perhaps spoil us a little, but reserve the right to tell us off. Maybe you are a grandma, or live with one. Tell me how it is to be a granny. Maybe you don’t have grandmother, but have observed them on the bus or in a local café. Maybe you had a terrifying grandma, maybe you only know her through family myths. Or maybe there are other women who have played that role in your life. Tell me about them. Oval, metal-legged table dominated grandma's kitchen. Used for baking, dinners, holiday meals. Short, stout grandma spoke little English, so I learned to pick up scraps of Yiddish. Communication through eyes, smiles, and frown worked well. Loved to watch her bake. No recipes. Flour mound mid-table, indented for addition of eggs. For knishes or noodles, grandma spread and rolled dough to a knife edge sheet. All dough was hand cut. How heavenly to recall scents of cinnamon, potatoes, and onions. Dark lipstick was her only makeup, but she loved jewelry, and having a family member paint her nails. The kitchen was not her only venue. She and grandpa took me to the playground, pushed me on swings, and told made-up children's stories in Yiddish. She always thought we were too skinny. https://dversepoets.com/
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Aww, lovely memories of your grandma
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Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Grandmas do love to feed their grandchildren. Smiles. I can see her, with that mound of flour. They used to joke that my grandma’s stove was never cold.
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Well is was certainly never cold in her kitchen!
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Wonderful memories. 🙂
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They truly are.
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Feeding the kids was her biggest way to show love, I’m sure. What a precious lady. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Selma!
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Lovely.
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Thanks, Misk!
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There are those grandmothers who simply have learned that feeding a kid is the most important. A grand lady
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Thanks, Bjorn!
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Lovely memories! I guess food is its own language.
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Thanks, Sarah. Yes, food communicates on its own.
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such beautiful memories.. my memories of my grandmoms always warm my heart instantly, like yours obviously do for you..
and aren’t we all always skinny for our grandmoms?
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Yes, you can never eat too much! Thanks, Vidya.
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