Genevieve Charlotte 1918 – 2012
A generation is swept away with the fallen leaves on a chill breeze
No longer there to pass the time to
Share their wisdom, their view of a world that now travels at hyper-speed,
Sit with confusion and pain
Melancholy and fatigue,
Mondays are for washing and hanging clothes on the line
Tuesdays are for hair and shopping
Wednesdays are for lunch with the ladies at the diner
Saturday is for mowing
Sunday is for baking and family,
Famous for banana bread and blonde brownies,
Lover of ice cream,
Bestow smiles on the young
Hold a daughter's hand ever so tightly,
Hang on to this place, this time,
Hold sway at the kitchen table with coffee and english muffins,
Fret over a husbands misgivings and whereabouts
"Hon, what are you doing now!"
“Oh, hon!” with a small foot stamp and clenched hands,
Tackle the lawn with a fierce gusto
Take down screens and put up storm windows
Take down storm windows and put up screens
Close the windows when it rains,
Struck by lightning as a girl
Hard times and displacement,
Plant spring flowers with a great granddaughter
Lover of flowers and houseplants
Johnny jump-ups reseed every year, planted by her son when he was 5,
Look with delight at a babies and toddlers
Laugh with innocence at silly jokes
Ready for a hand of Old Maid
Busy grandchildren with coloring books and crayons,
Summer blueberry muffins
Store more "junk" in the attic,
Married for 74 years,
Poppy walked from New York to Connecticut to court Grammy,
Bent back and bent fingers,
Express frustration at your own elderly mother
Tipsy with a secret glass of wine
Wearing Emeraude perfume
Long hallway past the
Dark and quiet bedroom where Poppy slept into the afternoon due to his late hours playing cards or going to the casino,
Listening, always listening, listening for what is next, listening to stories of loved ones, listening to the radio, listening to know where loveds are and what they are doing,
Drinking black coffee, always
Until her final years when she switched to green tea,
Telling her troubles to the weeping cherry tree,
Bearing her arthiritis pain with nobility
Being ready to go when the "good lord is ready to take me"
Frustration exhalation of whfff,
Washing the dishes, drying the dishes,
Making sure everyone is set,
A cookie for each hand
Reading mystery stories
Feeding the birds, squirrels and chipmunks,
I began this post 2 years ago and couldn’t find the right words, so I thought, but after re-reading, I thought it was like a poem. My grandmother was a kind hearted special lady. She lived a full life surrounded by her family – she was the glue that kept us together. She baked blonde brownies, often and it seemed like she always had a batch ready in her rectangle Tupperware container on her dining room table. I am certain she liked to make blonde brownies because they are so easy to make. She sometimes liked to add coconut flakes and orange peel granules.
Grammy’s Blonde Brownies
2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
¼ teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup butter or margarine
2 tablespoons hot water, if using margarine
2 cups light brown sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla
12 ounces chocolate chips
1 cup chopped nuts, if desired
Preheat oven to 350 °F.
Melt butter or margarine.
In medium bowl, combine flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt; set aside.
In large bowl, combine melted butter and brown sugar.
If using margarine add the hot water.
Blend in eggs and vanilla.
Add flour mixture gradually, mixing well.
Spread in 13"x 9” greased or parchment lined baking pan.
Sprinkle with chocolate chips and nuts, if using.
Bake for 30 minutes.
Cool in pan and cut into squares.
|The last batch of brownies I received from Grandmother.|