|My Nannie's Potholders|
The drive alone was filled with anticipation and lots of questions such as "Where are we now"? We always drove straight through. Mom always packed a cooler with sandwiches, drinks and snacks to eat. Dad only stopped when he needed gas or the very important potty stop, lots of those with four kids in the car. So my three sisters and I in the back seat did all sorts of contortions to find a comfortable place to sleep, i.e. legs on top of each other and even on the floor. No seat belts back then.
Of course when we got close to our destination we recognized the familiar sights we have seen so many times before and soon we would be at my grandparents home, where we knew fun and spoil city lived.
I remember my grandmother Florence, whom I called Nannie, always served ice tea at lunchtime with cold cuts to make sandwiches and slices of cantaloupe and other good stuff to enjoy. It was very hot there in July so cold food for lunch was a good thing to eat. We sat at a table in a very large dinning room that was once utilized as a restaurant. She was a very good cook and at one time had many faithful customers, especially truck drivers hauling their goods down route 1 known as the Old Dixie Highway.
Dinnertime was a different event as a good old southern fried meal was cooked in a hot kitchen with potholders and dishtowels hanging nearby. Whether it is steak with gravy and peas or chicken and gravy and always lots of mashed potatoes with corn on the cob with ice-cold juicy watermelon for dessert, it was always delicious and fun to all be together.
She made her own potholders and if you look closely you can see the fruit and flowers that she cut out and applied, and then crocheted around each item and around the eyes and mouth of the faces she so carefully made. It's fun to look at then and remember her.