As I scrolled down the images of various pizzas, my throat tightened, my eyes filled up with tears and I clenched my teeth trying to fight back the wave of emotion brought on by these frozen convenience foods. They looked exactly the same as I remembered them. The same pizzas Granny used to buy and keep stocked in her freezer, ready for any of us kids (because we were all kids to her) to come in hungry. Immediately I was back in Summerfield. Back in Granny & Papa's house, the way it used to be. [Before the remodeling took place.] Papa is sitting on the couch resting, watching a western movie because it's too hot outside to work in the garden right now. Granny is at the kitchen table, working on her crossword puzzle for the week or for the day. Granny always sat in the same spot. Whether she was eating, working on her crossword, peeling huge pans of tomatoes or peaches or whatever needed to be canned or frozen, she always sat in the same spot.
She'd tell you that there was pizza in the freezer if you were hungry. [She only had 3 deep freezers and 4 refrigerators, surely there was something there you could eat.] Most of the time, you could get her to play "double sol" (double solitaire) with you. She would play, and listen to you talk about whatever was on your mind. You didn't realize it, but over frozen Schwans pizza, during the game of double sol, she was teaching. Teaching how to love, how to listen and how to always take advantage of the time you get to spend with loved ones.
It's not that I miss her when I look at frozen food. It's that I miss her every single day. I think of her, wish I could tell her things, wish I could show her something. Not a single day goes by that I don't miss her and think of her. She was a woman that thoroughly lived life. She laughed heartily and often. She loved freely and always. She was full of magic and she shared that with everyone around her.
I hope I'm just like her.
Granny & Papa
a long time ago