My grandmother loved to bake—
cakes, donuts, pies
(I have her recipe for rolls.)
She wasn't fond of cats,
and her cane was used a few times
to shoo them away.
Her hearing-aid made a piercing
sound that made you plug your own ears.
She was round and soft,
and always well turned out,
with a nice hat,
or a costume-pin.
She liked to sing,
"Sally Go Round the Sun",
and "Peace is Flowing, Like a River".
She could be stern,
but loving too.
She and my dad had it out,
but his Irish charm always
saved the day.
She had lovely fluffy silver hair,
and a few on her chin, I noticed
I didn't see her often enough,
as a kid, but I did get closer to her,
in time, before she died.
Read about my mother's mother here:
Girl in a Swing
He was in my life only for a spell;
Still, the scent of his tobacco, I remember well.
He bought me ice-cream, with a wooden spoon
I loved him lots, but he died too soon.
and my mother's father here:
What was he reading?
The Irish side of my father's mother and father can be discovered in the following Sepia Saturday posts:
My Granny, Cissie (Mary Ann) Polland, whom I never met, was a fantastic knitter and sent baby clothes from Ireland.
You can read about my Irish grandparents in the following posts from Sepia Saturday:
Cap and Trade
Portrait from a wedding in Dublin