The Simple Life
by Sheryl Simons
My grandparents were always a part of my life. From the
earliest time I can remember, their faces were as familiar to me as
my favorite toy, or my own parents. If I fell and skinned a knee,
I'd could have run to any number of laps for comfort. In my early
years I spent time with my dad's mother the most, because she was the
closest to our home, near Flint. When my brothers were born, or
maybe when my mother needed a break, I spent time out at grandma's.
I loved to hear the stories of my dad when he was a kids, and from
her stories, I was not even in the competition, he was a rascal of
evil proportions! The way I remember the story, my father poured
maple syrup all over the kitchen floor and while she cleaned that up,
he was in the dining room taking down the curtains. None of my
stories even come close, well, except maybe when I stuck the knife in
the toaster- that's my "don't try this at home" story. I don't know
why I didn't get shocked, or worse, but the sparks kind of got my
One very hot summer night, I spent the night with my
grandparents. It just seemed so hot upstairs, I ended up sleeping
with my grandmother, and I have no idea where grandpa slept, but I
think she got some sleep.
Grandma's cookie jars were always ready for her abundant brood
of grandchildren, but once when I visited, the cookie jar was empty!
I asked grandma for her recipe, and we had to make the cookies so she
could write it down. Now that was exciting! It was fun mixing and
rolling and cutting the huge batch of molasses cookies out with my
grandmother, and then filling that large cookie jar, the one that
rests on my countertop, now. It's nothing more special than an old
pickle jar, but it is a treasure I wouldn't part with.
My mother's mother lived in Port Huron. We moved there when I
was eleven, so she became the "closest" grandmother. She lived in a
house near the beach, and some of my happiest memories were visiting
her, alone, or with cousins. She was also a great baker, and her
cinnamon pecan rolls were the Christmas morning treat worth waiting a
year for. Grandma's favorite line was, "Isn't this fun!". It always
was. As she got older, she worried less about things like real
butter. "Somethings gotta kill me!" she'd say. Unfortunately,
something did and both my grandmothers are now gone. Those days
were, well, priceless. Wow, why didn't we realize the memories we
were making? I'd have given them an extra hug, or sat on their lap
just a few minutes more, or maybe not have wanted to spend the time
with my friends, instead. I'd definitely have spent more time
listening to their stories of the "old days".
I have two beautiful grandchildren, who live at opposite ends of
the country. I always tell grandparents I know how lucky they are to
be able to babysit often. Now that is priceless!
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Simple Rice Dish
This is an easy rice recipe that anyone can make. Simply mix all the
ingredients together, cook, and enjoy.
1 (4 oz) can sliced mushrooms 1 cup long grain white rice
½ cup butter
1 (10.5 oz) can French onion soup 1 (10.5 oz) can beef broth
Preheat the oven to 375F. Put the rice in a medium oven-
proof bowl. Pour in the beef broth and French onion soup. Empty the
can of mushrooms into the bowl, and place the stick of butter in
without stirring. Cover the bowl with foil or a lid. Bake for 1 hour
in the preheated oven and stir. Let stand for a few minutes before
serving. Yields 4 servings.
"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by
staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in
the open air."~~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all."~~ Stanley Horowitz
"By all these lovely tokens
September days are here
With summer's best of weather
And autumn's best of cheer."~~ Author Unknown
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