March 17, 2021
Next in line for reblogging? Looks like it’s Nana! Yay, yay, yay!
I could write a million-billion words about the ways in which my grandparents affected my life.
As I’ve grown into my senior years, I realize and accept that they weren’t magical beings… just humans with flaws. It doesn’t change the fact that they were SPECTACULAR grandparents.
Nana is mentioned many times throughout this blog. She was an incredible influence in my life and the lives of my children.
Rest well, dear Nana (who died 16 years ago this month). I miss you every day! Love never dies.
If you do not know what a percolator is, I don’t blame you. It seems like a million years ago that it was THE way to make coffee. The “convenient” percolators were electric. That’s not the kind I’m talking about here. I’m talking about the glass (Pyrex) kind that sat on the stove. What I loved most about them was that they made the whole house smell like coffee. And boy, does that thought bring back memories.
My grandmother’s house smelled like coffee and Estee Perfume. The scent of each takes me back… the scent of both (together) is paradise.
Coffee tastes different (I’d argue better) brewed in glass. It also tastes stronger if it’s boiled and boiled, which happened if you left the burner on too long. Which, by the way, people often did. They’d get talking and visiting and before you knew it, someone…
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