Anonymous
To Grandma Erika,
This I remember:
German grandmothers (Volga or otherwise) can seem stern until you get to know them. After you get to know them, they are like warm cookies: crisp on the outside, all melty on the inside.
I remember hot cereal with wheat germ, honey, and milk for breakfast (ick! when you are five years old, but delicious now!).
I remember you yelled, "HARK", when Santa (Grandpa Jim) arrived on Christmas Eve....scared me so much I leapt under the table (the same table that is in my kitchen now)!
I remember that you were a liberal who listened to Rush Limbaugh because you thought one should "know thine enemy".
I remember how you had us search all over for "Amazing Grace" on the bagpipes from the Royal Scots Dragoon for Grandpa's funeral. You told me it was because he heard them on the radio and thought it was pigs squealing. We had a case of accidental giggles between tears at his funeral.
I will try not to giggle today (well, maybe a little). I will miss your quiet sense of humor very much. I am happy that you and Grandpa Jim can be together again, and think you are both laughing a lot up there.
Love You!
Kristin##imported-begin##Kristin Ness##imported-end##