re: What’s the small things that remind you of your grandparents

Key lime pie from my grandmother in S. Florida and the sound of the wind rustling through the coconut palms. Fried squirrel, gravy, and biscuits from my grandmother in N. Alabama. Staying up late and watching old Bob Hope movies with my grandaddy.

I always said if I hit the Powerball, I'll have a pair of new socks every day. Sports cars are cool, awesome vacations etc. But eventually you can't drink, frick, or run like you used to. But those fresh socks are something.

The cemetery, because all 4 died before I was born

I remember my grandmother hand plowing her garden in 1952.. she lived to be 98 years old.. that was a true American

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peppermints and Dentyne gum

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My grandpa was a former smoker. Smoked like a train until one of his 6 daughters got diagnosed with asthma. Put them down right then and chewed juicy fruit or peppermints until he died years later. The man never went without wrigleys. Either spearmint, juicy fruit, or wintergreen(I think was the 3rd one).

I use my Grandmother's bread knife, it's hand made, with a saw edge pattern I haven't seen elsewhere. I have the chalk portrait of my Grandfather that was made on his visit to Paris in the previous teens.

Big things like furniture, dishes, silverware and some of the art work they brought home from Canada, but those are big. The bread knife is the most tactile and remembered. (as well as her recipe for corn meal pancakes.)

My grandmother was the same way. Hot breakfast every morning. I lived with her for extended periods a couple of times for various reasons. She’d always ask me the night before what I wanted for breakfast the following day. Usually fried eggs and biscuits, or blueberry muffins with extra, fresh blueberries, or pancakes and breakfast sausage. She was a saint. She passed away a little over a year ago. I’d give my left arm to sit at the table and eat some fried eggs, homemade biscuits, and coffee, and make small talk with her while she ate her oatmeal and drank milk one more time.

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Winstons and the smell of Ronsonol.

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Yep, this exactly

those windmill cookies