Boston Creme Pie and BB Weiners

Wine Before Five

Because Life is Good.  And Sweet.  And Short.

Two of my favorite people in the whole world have birthdays this week. Little Lady was EIGHT YEARS OLD! yesterday, and today Wilt’s dear sweet and feisty Grandma would have been 109.  “God rest her soul,” as they say. You are deeply missed, Grandma, but you live on in our hearts every day.  She made the very best ever homemade Boston Creme Pie.  I have her handwritten recipe, which includes “Make creme filling as usual.”  Sure, Grandma.

Grandma was the Real Deal when it came to what she called “Keeping House.” You could eat from her floors if you wanted, see your own reflection in the shine of her range front, be fed a 7 course meal on the spur of the moment – made from the harvest of her gigantic garden, help her pick apples from the last remaining tree in the family orchard, and sleep on crisply ironed sheets knowing she had, of course, vacuumed the box springs of all her beds that very week.

Her desire to “keep things picked up” could inconvenience a person. Once we were visiting & stationed in her second guest room with twin beds while our toddler, Walter, slept away on the (lower to the floor) double-width sofa bed in the next room. Wilt got up around 6am to go to the bathroom — just next door.  When he returned, Grandma had been in, made his bed, and was back in the kitchen fixing breakfast.  If only I’d taken a camera to bed with me the previous night.  The vision remains etched in my aging brain:  he stumbled back into the room, bleary eyed & with tousled hair (he was still pre-comb-over in those days) then stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes flew wide open at the sight of his bed, looking as though hotel maid service had completed a thorough room service.   Having watched the miracle happen, I was hiding my laughter beneath my own covers, but not for long.

Little Lady and I had dinner together this week after her piano lesson, which I believe is becoming one of her favorite things in the whole wide world, aside from dressing quite fashionably.  Later, we were talking with her Mom about what she’d eaten (chicken tenders and fries – does she eat anything else?) & what other restaurants we’ve visited where she approves of the same meal.  She remembered one I had forgotten, and shouted out with glee “BB Wieners!”   Uh… that would be BB Rooners.  But forever now, for me, it’s going to be BB Wieners.

Happy Birthday, Grandma;  rest in peace & know you are loved still.

Happy Birthday, Little Lady,  you bring me joy, never change, & know you are loved.


About winebeforefive

"If I had my life to live over... But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back." -- Erma Bombeck “If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. i'll always be with you.” -- from Winnie the Pooh “I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.” -- Laura Ingalls Wilder “Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.” -- Dr. Seuss
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5 Responses to Boston Creme Pie and BB Weiners

  1. What a poignant and special post…I think we had the same Grandma! I also love your quotes…would love for you to post a few words of your wisdom at my website..I’m focusing on advice to our 16 y/o self from today’s life…always enjoy your posts! Ally 🙂

  2. Another great one. Just love them all.

  3. I wish I had an ounce of that resolve to ‘keep house’. the only times I’ve made our bed is when we were staging our house to sell and when I have company over that will be taking a house tour!

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