My father loved his mother. He loved her pork and sauerkraut and dumplings. He pined for a dessert she made that sounded like a donut with peaches inside. Although she passed away when I was quite young, I can still remember sitting in her lap and watching her roll donuts in powdered sugar. My grandmother was also very fond of dumplings and beer. I've been told she would say "a little more dumplings for the beer and a little more beer for the dumplings", which sounds like an endless feast to me. My father said she was a fighter and very courageous (wasn't that also Midgy's characteristics?) When he told me he wanted to be buried with his mother (rather than my mother) I did not receive this news as a diminution of his love for my mother, but rather as his abiding respect for my grandmother. My father lived at home until he was married in 1958. Doing the math, I'm sure you've calculated he was 47 before he got married and he still did not leave home! I have been told my mother gave him an ultimatum, but that may be family lore. I do know that my mother always resented having to sit in the backseat when my grandmother drove in the car with them.
Picture of my grandmother with Uncle Freddie 1958 dancing at my father's wedding.
So glad I could send him Roast Pork and Dumplings...also those donuts are Paczki!
Posted by: Susan Biszewski-Eber | 10/07/2010 at 10:57 AM