Week #29: Your Favorite Memory.
For me, Oreos simply taste better if they’re frozen. Every time I eat a frozen Oreo, I think of the countless visits to Florida with my grandparents. My mom’s parents lived in Coral Gables, very close to Miami. My dad’s dad is still alive, and at age 91, he lives independently in a wonderful condominium community in Seminole, about 15 miles away from the Gulf of Mexico.
Florida is the state that I’ve been to the most times, easily over 100 times now. I have so many memories – We visited both sets of grandparents, along with other friends and family members, up to four times a year for many years. It was routine to get on a plane to visit for either Thanksgiving or Christmas, and sometimes, both.
Thinking of the current package of frozen Oreos in my freezer, easily reminds me of the Oreos and vanilla bean ice cream almost every night in Florida, coupled with Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy! Spending time with them meant lots of adventures, and mostly unhealthy food. I learned how to play and master Scrabble and Upwords, improve my tennis skills, swim better, visiting many libraries, eating lots of good food, and enjoying each other’s company.
Both sets of grandparents were married for over 50 years! My mom’s parents celebrated an astounding 64 years together before Grandpa passed away in 2008. I feel incredibly fortunate and grateful to have had all four grandparents in my life until I was 20 years old, which is increasingly rare.
My dad’s parents were married for just over 50 years before Grandma Betty passed away in 2011.
Grandma Grace died in 2013 at the age of 96. This year, just a few weeks ago, would have been her 100th birthday.
Writing this post has inspired me to call Grandpa this weekend, as well as my Uncle Richard (Mom’s brother). It’s been too long since I’ve talked to them.
Until the next headline, Laura Beth 🙂
What great memories to have.
I love special memories.
What awesome memories, I have never had Oreos frozen, I will have to try that!
Let me know what you think!
What a blessing to know both sets of grandparents. My dad’s parents died long before I came along. My mom’s dad died when she was 16, but I did know her mother and she was a wonderful lady. And, about the oreo cookies…well I just had five that were stale just like I like them.
I agree. I’m probably one of the only people my age who had their grandparents that long. Hehe – It’s funny how people eat the same foods in different ways!