tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23998002.post6819090432030735193..comments2023-09-07T08:43:30.237-05:00Comments on I Organize You: Windmill CookiesAngie Weidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102713565554139751noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23998002.post-12522846222715604752007-12-05T20:44:00.000-05:002007-12-05T20:44:00.000-05:00My father's mother, Hannie Dickinson, is my soulma...My father's mother, Hannie Dickinson, is my soulmate! She was ahead of her time. If she were alive today I am absolutely sure she would be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. She had a strong belief that she owned the whole road and drove as often of the left as she did on the right! While you have windmill cookies, Angie, (and I also remember those) I remember that my grandmother always made lima beans when we kids visited. I loved them then and still do now!Debbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14144469687599598038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23998002.post-36186444137803107772007-12-05T10:30:00.000-05:002007-12-05T10:30:00.000-05:00I was lucky enough to have all four of my grandpar...I was lucky enough to have all four of my grandparents for a very long time. The last one to die, when I was 41, was my favorite. We called her Mamie. As a child, there was nothing better than spending time at Mamie and Papa's. There are so many great memories, one of the best is going shopping on the main street of Rockland, Me. The Woolworth's store with the wood floor was the best. Mamie and I would sit at the counter and have ice cream sodas while Papa waited for us napping in the car.<BR/>After Papa died I would drive from Ct. to Me. every chance I could get to spend a long weekend with her. I would bring a bottle of Kahlua, Mamie would have vodka and half and half, and we would drink white russians. When Mike made the trip with me, Mamie and I would take our "Russians" in the car when we went for a ride. Mamie and I would sit in the back seat while Mike drove. We pretended we were women of means and he was our driver, Malcom.<BR/>In 1990, I moved to Italy for two years. The last time I saw Mamie I said, "You know, if you die while I'm over there, I may not be able to get back." She said, "Good, I don't want you to see me dead, I want you to remember me alive and laughing." I got the call about a year later - Mamie had died. I cried for a while, then went into the kitchen and made a "Russian", sat on the couch, held it up and said, "Here's to you, Mamie!" I think she was sitting there with me, drinking her own. <BR/>Thanks for the memories!Louise Kahlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18154582479214710614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23998002.post-25712195559559689572007-12-05T10:28:00.000-05:002007-12-05T10:28:00.000-05:00I was lucky enough to have all four of my grandpar...I was lucky enough to have all four of my grandparents for a very long time. The last one to die, when I was 41, was my favorite. We called her Mamie. As a child, there was nothing better than spending time at Mamie and Papa's. There are so many great memories, one of the best is going shopping on the main street of Rockland, Me. The Woolworth's store with the wood floor was the best. Mamie and I would sit at the counter and have ice cream sodas while Papa waited for us napping in the car.<BR/>After Papa died I would drive from Ct. to Me. every chance I could get to spend a long weekend with her. I would bring a bottle of Kahlua, Mamie would have vodka and half and half, and we would drink white russians. When Mike made the trip with me, Mamie and I would take our "Russians" in the car when we went for a ride. Mamie and I would sit in the back seat while Mike drove. We pretended we were women of means and he was our driver, Malcom.<BR/>In 1990, I moved to Italy for two years. The last time I saw Mamie I said, "You know, if you die while I'm over there, I may not be able to get back." She said, "Good, I don't want you to see me dead, I want you to remember me alive and laughing." I got the call about a year later - Mamie had died. I cried for a while, then went into the kitchen and made a "Russian", sat on the couch, held it up and said, "Here's to you, Mamie!" I think she was sitting there with me, drinking her own. <BR/>Thanks for the memories!Louise Kahlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18154582479214710614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23998002.post-51357855695456977472007-12-04T21:43:00.000-05:002007-12-04T21:43:00.000-05:00The only grandma, of the two, that I met was not t...The only grandma, of the two, that I met was not the sweetest. She did, however, make GREAT Tapioca pudding. Still a favorite of mine today.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com