My Grandma on my Mother’s side was Russian. She died when I was about 8. My memory of her is exactly what a Grandma was SUPPOSE to look like (in those days!)
She was probably only 5 feet tall, roly poly, gray hair, wore dresses with tiny print, black tie shoes and opaque stockings.
Holiday meals with aunts, uncles, cousins were served at the large formal table in the dining area that was “open concept” to the living room. Very open concept because the dining table was actually in the living room since the top floor of their house was rented out. Grandma would be flabbergasted that today’s families actually choose to have open concept.
Grandma never used a cook book. I’m sure cook books were unheard of in the tiny Russian village where she was born. Grandma cooked just like grandma’s are SUPPOSE to cook – you put in a “bissel of this and a bissel of that”. (bissel – a little bit).
My very favorite blogs are written by children’s art teachers who post their lessons. I find joy, creative inspiration and pure pleasure looking at the pictures of the children’s art work.