Grandma~

As I look through my recipe box for my grandmothers famous cookies.  I can remember as a kids walking from the family farm up to grandmas on a Saturday morning.  I would get there and there she was neck deep in flour in her kitchen.  Saturday was always her baking day.  She would bake pies, cookies and the weeks worth of bread.  The smells that filled the house could be smelt outside, apples, cinnamon, chocolate and bread dough filled the air.  My grandma was the glue that kept our family together.  She made all our holidays special and you never thought once about missing it because of something else going on.  I think we all tried to be better people when grandma was alive, never wanting to disappoint her in anyway.  When she passed on there was a speech gave that I will forever cherish talking about my grandma and the type of lady she was.  How they seen it carry on through her kids, grand kids, and great grand kids.  What an honor I thought to have that kind of effect on so many people.  Every day I strive to do better and remember what she would have done.