I have some wonderful memories of my grandfather. I spent a lot of time with him when I was young. Things change as you get older and have a family of your own to with witch to live. The other thing to happen was we moved from PA to OH. I would make a real effort to see my parents but maybe should have seen my grandparents more often.
I was just thinking about the grape arbor he had in his back yard. It was built from heavy wood and had seating on two sides. The grapevines had grown over the top of the arbor and they were a wonderful tasting green and purple grapes. It was great to be under the arbor on a hot day because of the cooling effect of the vines and leaves. I would sit there in the summer and be able to pick fresh grapes that were fun to eat. The two types of grapes definitely had different tastes. The people of that day knew how to take advantage of nature.
My grandmother made stuffed grape leaves and was able to make them from the fresh grape leaves from the grape arbor. She really had a talent with food and everything she made I ate with gusto. My Dad also made the stuffed grape leaves and would go and find wild growing grapes to use for the wrapper.
She also made a salad from dandelion leaves and I would go out to fields along the road and pick dandelion leaves for them. You had to pick the leaves before they flowered for them to taste better. The salad definitely had a bite but whatever dressing she put on it made it a treat.
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Sunday, February 24, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
My Grandparent on Fathers Side
These are my grandparents. I was named after my grandfather and was the first grandson to carry on the family linage. This always made me special in their eyes and I was treated really well by my grandparents. We lived above a dairy when I was young which was behind my grandparents house. We moved across town when I was about 5.
This is exactly how I remember my grandfather looking. He was retired by the time I could remember him. He came to America in the early 1905. He was the first from his family to travel across the ocean. He was a very spiritual man and I can remember him sitting at the window and reading the bible. He had a knack for gardening and would take roses and make new plants. He had a grape arbor which was a beautiful cool place to sit and relax.
This is my grandmother. She came to America when my grandfather asked for her to come. She had been promised to him as a child. That is the way they did things back then. She was a kind person and would make bread for all the family. She had a kitchen in the basement of the house where she did the baking. The smells coming out of the basement where out of this world. She would make small loaves with butter (which she churned fresh) in the bread. That certainly was a treat. I would ride my bike across town to visit them when I was about 12 during the summer. It was about 8 miles on city streets but I never felt any danger while travelling across town.
I loved to visit with them and they loved having me come to see them. We used to have family reunions every year and everyone in the family would come and get together every summer.
This is exactly how I remember my grandfather looking. He was retired by the time I could remember him. He came to America in the early 1905. He was the first from his family to travel across the ocean. He was a very spiritual man and I can remember him sitting at the window and reading the bible. He had a knack for gardening and would take roses and make new plants. He had a grape arbor which was a beautiful cool place to sit and relax.
This is my grandmother. She came to America when my grandfather asked for her to come. She had been promised to him as a child. That is the way they did things back then. She was a kind person and would make bread for all the family. She had a kitchen in the basement of the house where she did the baking. The smells coming out of the basement where out of this world. She would make small loaves with butter (which she churned fresh) in the bread. That certainly was a treat. I would ride my bike across town to visit them when I was about 12 during the summer. It was about 8 miles on city streets but I never felt any danger while travelling across town.
I loved to visit with them and they loved having me come to see them. We used to have family reunions every year and everyone in the family would come and get together every summer.
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