Grandparents (One Deep Breath)
Christine September 4th, 2007
My Dad’s mother was a wonderful baker. Grandma’s kitchen smelled of fresh bread up until she reached well over 95 and fresh whole wheat rolls were often her contribution to our dinner when she would visit. My cousin and I still use her bread and cinnamon rolls recipe. My Dad is the eldest of seven siblings, so there was only one small piece of pie each to go around the table whenever there was pie to be had. To this day he quotes my grandfather as to “what kind of pie do you want, Dad?” And he always replies: “Yes, please.”
I bake my own bread
my grandmother’s recipe
seven loaves rising.
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Born on a homestead
front porch music on warm nights
harmonica calls.
Me and my grandma
always the best of buddies
rarely a harsh word.
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what lovely pictures you paint with your words!
Such a sweet photo of “the best of buddies” — looks like pretty matching dresses too. Your haiku are really nice — I love that you bake bread with your Grandma’s recipe. And I could totally hear the harmonica music on the porch.
Both really capture the spirit……..love seven loaves rising.
I can smell that bread baking! Lovely photo of the two of you!
How wonderful! The photo and the words – wonderful!
What a precious photo. I really like that first haiku. I can almost smell the bread.
Precious memories and I just adore the photo. Almost matching dresses
So wonderfully sweet. You make me wonder about photos withmy gramdmother. I love the haiku…”best of buddies”
And every time you bake, I bet it brings back the memory of your grandmother…
Christine, can I have the cinnamon buns recipe, please? I love these poems, can feel them, as they remind me of my life, too. You expressed that closeness very well.
How lovely… The matching dresses, the warm feeling of the baking and the scent of rising loaves. And then harmonica music on the porch…
Just beautiful.
this photo is absolutely perfect…i L-O-V-E it…and i love the story about baking bread, too. My grandma baked rolls every Saturday. She’d bring them with her when we picked her up for church on Sunday morning & we’d put them in the window behind the back seat. As soon as church was over, we’d race to the car & enjoy nice warm rolls on the way home!