Actually, quite proud

I decided I was going to use the ‘new’ cup today.  It’s a shot glass compared to the coffee cups I usually use, but I didn’t want to feel like a sentimental sap and shoving it in the part of the cupboard that is ‘off limits’.

When I was a little girl…*wavy flashback and strange music* my grandma use to make me a cup of coffee right before bed time.  That sounds strange, but looking back, the coffee my grandma made was so weak it looked like tea and then she would half it with milk.  I was drinking warm milk with coffee flavoring.  Smart lady huh?

To me, she was a very traditional grandma.  She sewed, smoked, drank coffee, had intellectual conversations and taught me about turning off lights and drawing on both sides of paper.  Waste not, want not.
She always used that big green glass (in the picture) as a roller for the cookies she would make. It made the coolest design.  I always used the turtle cup when I went over to her house.  She had a special soup bowl for when I was sick.  When I was lucky enough to spend the night, we would crawl into her big bed, she would set that annoying ticking clock and I would complain I couldn’t sleep.  When I would sleep with my mom, I would throw both of my legs over her and fall asleep instantly.  My grandma was a small framed woman, but she knew the ritual. She would allow me to wrap my legs over her and would sing me to sleep.

My mom is starting her little traditions with my girls.  She has special shirts they wear as  PJ’s when she comes over to spend the night.  They crawl up into her bed and get their cuddles.  I’m sure they have more, but those are the ones that remind me of my grandma.

When I found the hideous cup with what looks to be a giant fly on it, I was thrilled to death.  Here my grandma was, IN A THRIFT SHOP.  A coffee cup that clearly was a part of the strange cups she had once owned!
This Thanksgiving it will be 14 years since she passed away.  For a few hours on Saturday though, she was there with me.