Meet my Grammy, Ann!

Welcome, friends!

To be quite honest, I don't really know how to "blog" ... sounds a little too hipster, free-write, type-B, and left brain for me!  I'm your typical grammar-junkie and research-fiend.  Writing my feelings and what I'm experiencing and learning is a whole new ball game...it's vulnerable and it's scary.  But, here I go (sweaty palms and all):


If there is anything I've learned over these past couple years, it is this: people are priceless and their stories are the most prized treasures they leave behind.

My Grammy Ann left a good story.

Food and family were her whole world...from the beginning of her life to the very end! Growing up, I heard memory after memory of her working in her parents' restaurant throughout the 1930s and 40s...selling burgers for 15 cents, Cokes for a nickel, and whole homemade pies for just a dollar!  "For Pete's sake" (as she would often say), her love story with my grandpa Don all started with a batch of fried chicken she hand delivered to him!  She coordinated church luncheons, potlucks, and bake sales.  She even started baking so many of her famous Coconut Cakes (on average, a handful a WEEK) that she began to answer her phone as "Ann's Bake Shop."  She loved people by feeding people...it was that simple.

She was one of my best friends.  We "putsied around" together, shopped at Dollar Tree together, but most of the time you could find us cooking together.  I loved learning from her..but mostly I just loved being with her...her fun, spunky, loving self!



So, in a way, this is my tribute to her...a place to share all that she taught me and all the stories she shared.

As Grammy Ann would say... "let's get this show on the road!"