I mentioned in the Sangwich post about the plates my grandmother painted for me, and here is a picture of my favorite ones.Grandma Joyce held a loose brush and let the brush design the flowers and leaves. She could finish a plate in less than 10 minutes. They are so free and lovely.
A treasure to cherish. Unfortunately they are beginning to chip in places and every time I entertain the idea of storing them for special occasions only, I get sad. That storage place isn't for special occasions, it is for dusting off and reconsidering, and repacking only to re-find years and years later.
And every time I think about boxing them up, I hear Grandma saying, "oh, Nooooo" and making that face she always did when she disagreed.Grandma Joyce had many health issues at the end of her life and I made the decision to fly from Chicago to Buffalo to visit her in the hospital. She couldn't talk (she may have had a breathing tube, can't remember) and my mom and I were visiting with her telling her about life and the beautiful weather we were having.
In true 'Joyce' form, she wrote down on paper: Go out in sunshine. She never wanted any one to take care of her and certainly didn't want anyone to waste time in a hospital talking at a sick woman.
That was the last I talked with Grandma. She died two days later.
And as the spring comes, along with more sunshine and tiny flower buds and petals, I think of Grandma.
Everyday.
Go out in sunshine.







Okay, they technically weren't FOR my mom, they were for me. She made her own cupcakes with coconut on them, that weren't gluten free. It's hard enough to go to a birthday party knowing I won't be able to eat the cake and usually not the ice cream (since the spoon inevitably contacts the cake). I had the party here, so made sure I had treats for myself.
