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For years I’ve loved cooking and baking. I remember being at the counter with my Mom and Grandmothers when they worked in the kitchen. These days whenever I’m in the kitchen I can’t help but remember my Grandmas who passed when I was younger.
The one who still remains a bit of a mystery to this day is my paternal Grandfather. After being diagnosed with lung cancer he moved into our home with my Mom taking over most of his care. I was so young at the time that it’s hard to remember clearly. It was 1996 and I would have been about six or seven years old.
Last year for my birthday my Dad gave me a gift that became one of my most important possessions.
A cookbook that my Grandpa made back in the 1930s. I don’t have the exact year but he made it for his parents. This little book means so much to me and now when I’m in the kitchen cooking or baking I sometimes think of him.
The one who still remains a bit of a mystery to this day is my paternal Grandfather. After being diagnosed with lung cancer he moved into our home with my Mom taking over most of his care. I was so young at the time that it’s hard to remember clearly. It was 1996 and I would have been about six or seven years old.
Last year for my birthday my Dad gave me a gift that became one of my most important possessions.
A cookbook that my Grandpa made back in the 1930s. I don’t have the exact year but he made it for his parents. This little book means so much to me and now when I’m in the kitchen cooking or baking I sometimes think of him.