Fannie was my dad's grandmother. My great-grandmother and she was GREAT. Used to spoil me. When you're 4 years old, eating fish sticks and drinking Cherry Kool-Aid on a TV tray while watching the Cisco Kid or Zoro in black & white was indeed "LIVING"! Something my parents would never let me do. Wanting crayons, she'd get the 64 box with the sharpener.
It seems everybody fries chicken differently. Fannie fried good chicken! A little darker. When I told her something, she often responded with "for pity sakes". On one occasion, she showed me a photo of her horse and buggy. As a little boy, accustomed to cars, it was something I couldn't grasp.
Fannie lost her husband, Lewis, in an elevator accident in 1935. Thirty years later, she slipped on some icy steps and broke her hip. That was the beginning of the end, with her spending her last five years in a nursing home.
This posting is to acknowledge she's..... NOT forgotten!
It seems everybody fries chicken differently. Fannie fried good chicken! A little darker. When I told her something, she often responded with "for pity sakes". On one occasion, she showed me a photo of her horse and buggy. As a little boy, accustomed to cars, it was something I couldn't grasp.
Fannie lost her husband, Lewis, in an elevator accident in 1935. Thirty years later, she slipped on some icy steps and broke her hip. That was the beginning of the end, with her spending her last five years in a nursing home.
This posting is to acknowledge she's..... NOT forgotten!
Fannie was my dad's grandmother. My great-grandmother and she was GREAT. Used to spoil me. When you're 4 years old, eating fish sticks and drinking Cherry Kool-Aid on a TV tray while watching the Cisco Kid or Zoro in black & white was indeed "LIVING"! Something my parents would never let me do. Wanting crayons, she'd get the 64 box with the sharpener.
It seems everybody fries chicken differently. Fannie fried good chicken! A little darker. When I told her something, she often responded with "for pity sakes". On one occasion, she showed me a photo of her horse and buggy. As a little boy, accustomed to cars, it was something I couldn't grasp.
Fannie lost her husband, Lewis, in an elevator accident in 1935. Thirty years later, she slipped on some icy steps and broke her hip. That was the beginning of the end, with her spending her last five years in a nursing home.
This posting is to acknowledge she's..... NOT forgotten!
It seems everybody fries chicken differently. Fannie fried good chicken! A little darker. When I told her something, she often responded with "for pity sakes". On one occasion, she showed me a photo of her horse and buggy. As a little boy, accustomed to cars, it was something I couldn't grasp.
Fannie lost her husband, Lewis, in an elevator accident in 1935. Thirty years later, she slipped on some icy steps and broke her hip. That was the beginning of the end, with her spending her last five years in a nursing home.
This posting is to acknowledge she's..... NOT forgotten!
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