For some reason, I have been thinking of my grandmother a lot lately. I was a close to her as I could have been. Her name was Laura.
I named my daughter after her.
She loved the Cubs. When the game was on, the TV was loud and you better not stand in front of it.
She taught me how to crochet.
She cared for my uncle all his life until he succumbed to MS.
She was a fantastic cook. I loved her paczki, and wonder how the local stores can dare to call what they sell paczki.
Grandma Laura died more than 40 years ago. I have childhood memories of the time I spent with her. I wish she had lived longer and I could have spent adult time with her.
**an answer to Sweetpea**