To this day, the sight, smell or taste of a saltine cracker reminds me of my Grandma Hood. Grandpa died the year I was born, so my memories of him are only in the stories I've been told. Apparently the grandkids who were old enough to have known him, called him Grandpa Butterball. I can't imagine where they would come up with such a nickname. Right?
Back to saltine crackers. After Grandpa passed away, Grandma was left to create and maintain traditions for her continually growing family.
The gathering of 12 children (one died as a child)...
Quickly turned into this gathering of something more than 12.
So what kind of traditions can one possibly maintain with a family of this size. It isn't like she could invite everyone over for Thanksgiving dinner, or Christmas, for that matter. Somehow Grandma found a way to make each and every one of her children and grandchildren feel special. I can't recall a single material gift from Grandma. Her gift was one of herself.
One of Grandma Hood's traditions was Sunday dinner for any and all of the families who made the trip to Tipton to visit her for the day. She was like the Bible story of the Loaves and the Fishes. No matter how many people showed up, there was always enough fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and fresh homemade bread for everyone. Grandma was always there. It wasn't like these days where you have to schedule time to be with your family. You knew if you made a trip to Tipton, grandma would be there with her fried chicken and, if it was summer, fresh produce from her garden.
Gandma's other tradition? Saltine crackers.
Grandma always kept a jar of saltine crackers sitting on the table in the front room. We knew we could always help ourselves to the crackers. And that, my friends, is why the very sight of a saltine cracker creates wonderful memories of my Grandma Hood.
I will be away from the blogs for a few days.
My Uncle Cy passed away on Friday. As my Godfather, he always made me feel special. He holds a special place in my heart. Here are a few other posts about Uncle Cy: Uncle Cy, Visit with Uncle Cy.
Rest in Peace Uncle Cy. I'm going to miss you.