My Grandmother was one of the nicest people you would want to meet. She never had a bad thing to say about anyone.
She married Edward Beauchamp around 1932. One child was born to this union; my Mom, Vera Faye who is still living.
When I was growing up, we lived about 50 miles from my Grandmother and her 2nd husband, Cecil. They would come over to our house every holiday and she and my Mom would cook our holiday meals. We moved closer to my Grandmother in the mid-60's and spent more time at her house. The adults would play pinochle while my brother and I would watch some TV; always after a huge meal.
One Thanksgiving, when I was in my 20's, I asked my Grandmother if I could help fix the dinner with her. She said, "well of course." She taught me how to make the corn bread for the dressing. Something my Mom could never master. The dressing is nothing if it doesn't have a good base. Then when we made the dressing, I can still hear her tell me, "not too much onion there," or "it needs a little more salt." That was one of the most memorable days spent with my Grandmother and at times, it feels like yesterday. But somehow, after that Thanksgiving day in 1980, I became the annual cook of Thanksgiving.
She was a huge Los Angeles Dodgers fan and would listen to every game on the radio. She never watched much TV but her one real indulgence was watching the soap opera, All My Children.
My Grandmother spent the last couple years of her life in a convalescent home after suffering from a heart attack and breast cancer.
We miss you Mama ....
She married Edward Beauchamp around 1932. One child was born to this union; my Mom, Vera Faye who is still living.
When I was growing up, we lived about 50 miles from my Grandmother and her 2nd husband, Cecil. They would come over to our house every holiday and she and my Mom would cook our holiday meals. We moved closer to my Grandmother in the mid-60's and spent more time at her house. The adults would play pinochle while my brother and I would watch some TV; always after a huge meal.
One Thanksgiving, when I was in my 20's, I asked my Grandmother if I could help fix the dinner with her. She said, "well of course." She taught me how to make the corn bread for the dressing. Something my Mom could never master. The dressing is nothing if it doesn't have a good base. Then when we made the dressing, I can still hear her tell me, "not too much onion there," or "it needs a little more salt." That was one of the most memorable days spent with my Grandmother and at times, it feels like yesterday. But somehow, after that Thanksgiving day in 1980, I became the annual cook of Thanksgiving.
She was a huge Los Angeles Dodgers fan and would listen to every game on the radio. She never watched much TV but her one real indulgence was watching the soap opera, All My Children.
My Grandmother spent the last couple years of her life in a convalescent home after suffering from a heart attack and breast cancer.
We miss you Mama ....
My Grandmother was one of the nicest people you would want to meet. She never had a bad thing to say about anyone.
She married Edward Beauchamp around 1932. One child was born to this union; my Mom, Vera Faye who is still living.
When I was growing up, we lived about 50 miles from my Grandmother and her 2nd husband, Cecil. They would come over to our house every holiday and she and my Mom would cook our holiday meals. We moved closer to my Grandmother in the mid-60's and spent more time at her house. The adults would play pinochle while my brother and I would watch some TV; always after a huge meal.
One Thanksgiving, when I was in my 20's, I asked my Grandmother if I could help fix the dinner with her. She said, "well of course." She taught me how to make the corn bread for the dressing. Something my Mom could never master. The dressing is nothing if it doesn't have a good base. Then when we made the dressing, I can still hear her tell me, "not too much onion there," or "it needs a little more salt." That was one of the most memorable days spent with my Grandmother and at times, it feels like yesterday. But somehow, after that Thanksgiving day in 1980, I became the annual cook of Thanksgiving.
She was a huge Los Angeles Dodgers fan and would listen to every game on the radio. She never watched much TV but her one real indulgence was watching the soap opera, All My Children.
My Grandmother spent the last couple years of her life in a convalescent home after suffering from a heart attack and breast cancer.
We miss you Mama ....
She married Edward Beauchamp around 1932. One child was born to this union; my Mom, Vera Faye who is still living.
When I was growing up, we lived about 50 miles from my Grandmother and her 2nd husband, Cecil. They would come over to our house every holiday and she and my Mom would cook our holiday meals. We moved closer to my Grandmother in the mid-60's and spent more time at her house. The adults would play pinochle while my brother and I would watch some TV; always after a huge meal.
One Thanksgiving, when I was in my 20's, I asked my Grandmother if I could help fix the dinner with her. She said, "well of course." She taught me how to make the corn bread for the dressing. Something my Mom could never master. The dressing is nothing if it doesn't have a good base. Then when we made the dressing, I can still hear her tell me, "not too much onion there," or "it needs a little more salt." That was one of the most memorable days spent with my Grandmother and at times, it feels like yesterday. But somehow, after that Thanksgiving day in 1980, I became the annual cook of Thanksgiving.
She was a huge Los Angeles Dodgers fan and would listen to every game on the radio. She never watched much TV but her one real indulgence was watching the soap opera, All My Children.
My Grandmother spent the last couple years of her life in a convalescent home after suffering from a heart attack and breast cancer.
We miss you Mama ....
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