Ever since I could remember, my Grandmother was bedridden due to complications with Parkinson’s disease. For a child, it was sort of scary to see the wheelchair, and/or the metal hospital bed in the living room of my Grandparents home. It was also difficult to understand Grandma at times. She had a bit of a slur from the Parkinson’s, but you could tell that she loved each of us immensely. Every time we visited, she would call us over and tell us that there were cookies in the cookie bin (formerly the bread bin).
I remember sometimes my Mom would argue it, but Grandma would INSIST upon our having cookies, and there was no arguing with her. We loved that part of the visit. They were always unique cookies as well… (Store bought). At home we made our cookies from scratch to save money, but Grandma and Grandpa always had the yummy store bought kind, like; fig newtons, oreos, vanilla sandwich cookies, or my personal favorite wafer cookies (see picture below). If that wasn’t enough, there was always the endless supply of candy that was within easy reach.
I remember sometimes my Mom would argue it, but Grandma would INSIST upon our having cookies, and there was no arguing with her. We loved that part of the visit. They were always unique cookies as well… (Store bought). At home we made our cookies from scratch to save money, but Grandma and Grandpa always had the yummy store bought kind, like; fig newtons, oreos, vanilla sandwich cookies, or my personal favorite wafer cookies (see picture below). If that wasn’t enough, there was always the endless supply of candy that was within easy reach.
My brother and I spent a lot of time at Grandpa and Grandma Tschida’s house. I remember when Grandpa was still working part-time, he took me to the school with him. I remember the kids there seemed so big, and it turns out that they were only first through fourth graders. Perspective! I remember we would take daily walks with Grandpa around the block. He always ran into people and spent a good amount of time chatting with them. He always introduced us as his grandchildren and always seemed so very proud. I always felt special with Grandpa Tschida….always
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