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Grandma Gailey Made-Do

Grandma Edna Puckett Gailey
with two of her six grandchildren
Linda Kay Stone and Judy Richards

As kids we used to always go to "Seven Mile Park" for picnics. I remember when I was just a little girl the entire family would pack up in the car and drive the few miles south of town for a picnic and an Easter egg hunt. It was a beautiful place-full of rocks to climb and places to hide. There was a view to die for. I remember when I came back home after being married and living away in other states I was disappointed that the view that we had enjoyed was marred by taller trees and bushes, obscuring the wonderful Texas rolling hills that are so beautiful. I thought the least the Texas Department of Highways could do was to preserve that view! Guess I was wrong. You still can't see for miles like you could when I was a child.

Grandma used to pack up boxes with fried chicken, deviled eggs, potato salad, cakes and cupcakes. I don't remember what the picnic basket looked like, but I imagine it was a cardboard box, not a fancy whicker basket.

She made wonderful potato salad and I make it the same way-with pickle relish, celery, onions, pimento, boiled eggs, mayonnaise and mustard mixed into potatoes that have been creamed with milk and butter. Yum!

I hope I expressed to Grandma my gratitude for the food she always prepared for us as kids. She always had something good to eat when we came home from school and on the weekends. She didn't have a lot of money - but neither did a lot of people back in the early 50s. I remember many times when she would send me up to the corner store to buy 1 onion, or a can of tomatoes so she could make her wonderful vegetable soup. She didn't use meat. The soup was a make-do meal that she served with fantastic cornbread. (I still can't make that cornbread like she did.)

Anyway, I was remembering Grandma this morning and how she "made-do" and how we as Americans are learning a little more about that in this particular time in history.

Show your gratitude. Tell your parents and grandparents thank you! I wish I had done that more often.


Becky Jamison said…
Oh, for a piece of that cornbread with her homemade soup! I loved your story--and will make it a point to tell people how grateful I am!
Greta Koehl said…
This story makes me think of my own grandmother (my mother's mother). With her it was not so much the cooking, but the sewing she did for us: patchwork quilts (some with family names embroidered in them!) and doll clothes are the things I remember especially. Mom always saved all her cloth scraps for Grandma, as did her sisters and sisters-in-law. So the quilts I have from her are sort of from the entire family.

And, like you, I hope I remembered to say "thank you."
Thanks, Becky and Greta. Grandma was a special lady who raised her 3 girls and then 3 more (my two sisters and me) so she has many jewels in her crown, I'm sure.

Thanks for reading and enjoying my story.
Kay Cox said…
We also had that soup lots of times when we came home from school for lunch. Remember? She really was a special lady. Miss her.
Yes, we did. I wonder if Peggy and Ann remember it. I always loved that cornbread.

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