Grandmas was a child with disdain for bread crusts. What's a child to do but stick hers in the underside lip of the dining table? The evidence was only found when table leaves were added and crusts rained down to the floor. Frieda, was quick to accuse but Aileen never got in trouble. More burnin'.
One day while cleaning the breakfast bar, underneath packed into a small opening I found some candy wrappers. Halloween leftovers by chance?
Everyone was quick blame Henry. (and they were probably right)
No one got in trouble.
I took a picture of the evidence instead.
I thought of my Grandma. And then I made a pan of Aunt Frieda's Bars.
After all, family, a sense of history with a health dose of humor and delicious cookies are really the only things this granddaughter needs.
Though a new pair of shoes might be sweet.