Sunday Diner At Grandma's

Sunday diner at grandma's was a delight to be remembered. On her table this very day, was fried chicken, that she had killed that very morning. Mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans with bacon, corn bread, that melted in your month, so tasty was it, I can still savor it in my memory. Tomatoes so sweet, and red, in fact everything on her table was from her garden, except that poor old chicken. I can remember those days driving down from Des Moines Iowa with family friend Ralph, my mom, and brother Dave. Grandma always made way to much and she couldn't understand when you told her no more, I'm full, even after eating 3 plate fulls, she still wanted you to eat more. Then there was her Apple or Cherry pie, that she got the fruit from her trees in her back yard, that she picked herself, those were the best pies ever. Every two weeks we would take this trip to Grinnell longing to move back there someday. Dear old grandma died in February of 1969, Ralph passed on in 1974 and mom in 1997, Dave and me are the only ones left from those beautiful days, I will store those memories in my mind for all time, grandma you were a lovely person, and really miss those Sunday dinners, but most of all, grandma, I miss you. wrote 8-7-08