Monday, October 3, 2011

me : frozen food makes me cry

It was the simplest of activities. I was eating my dinner at the bar in the kitchen and browsing online at Schwans.com for some ideas of what I might like to order. I was pretty excited that this new town we lived in had a Schwans delivery person, as I grew up eating Schwans food. I was even more excited when I discovered that they still carried the same boneless teriyaki wings that I so anxiously devoured every time Granny fixed them. I wrote that down on my list of things to order and then I moved on to the pizza section. 


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

13 comments:

  1. It is a lovely thing to have wonderful memories of your grandparents!

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  2. Beautiful blog post! Thanks so much for sharing! I love the picture of your grandparents- it reminds me of mine. :)

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  3. Such sweet memories. I wonder if my grandchildren will have memories as these...I will try to provide them by baking homemade goodies and sipping tea in the garden. I surely hope their memories will not be full of technology. I don't want their memories to be of texting me. :)

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  4. Regina, this is one of the sweetest blog posts I have ever read. Your grandma and grandpa will live forever in your heart. I know that mine do and I am 65. Our memories are so comforting.

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    Sue

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  5. What a great tribute. What is it with grandmas & food? They always have something on the stove or in the fridge! (Mine had 2 fridges & a couple of deep freezes too!) A lovely tribute :)

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  6. How sweet this is, Regina, thank you for bringing up my memories too....♥
    Monika

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  7. Beautiful post. I dream of grandparents like this :-)

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  8. So nice. Thank you for sharing this. :)

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  9. How nice to remember special times with our grandparents. They are special people in our lives.

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  10. I have many wonderful memories of my grandparents. Thanks for reminding me how special they are.

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  11. Does this bring back memories to me also. When our boys were small the Schwans man came to our house every week - it was the steak fingers we loved the most. As far as grandmothers go - I was just given my grandmother's wallet and it's just the way it was the day she died - some 45+ years ago - and my picture is in there! Thanks for this post on your blog - I love to go back in time these days.

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  12. That's a great photo. My grandmother was crazy about Schwans. I'm sure the delivery guy just loved her.

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  13. This was a beautiful tribute to your Grandmother. I hope I can be this special to my grandchildren. Thanks so much for sharing.

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