Since she was living alone, and Grandpa had died long ago, she was dependent
upon her sons for income and for supplying her with food stuffs.
It was always a treat to eat at her house, because you never knew what
would be on the table. She was a great cook and loved to bake. She
made the best bread, coolies and magnificent Belgian pie. I can remember
one time when we sat down to lunch and had what looked like barbecued chicken,
it tasted great and turned out to be squirrel. One of her son's had been
hunting the week before and had provided three of the squirrels he had
shot to improve her larder. This it turned ,out was not uncommon
in those days (later fifties early sixties). Each of her sons had
families of their own to feed, and cash wasn't always available, so they
would provide what they could. I recall that my folks religiously
set aside a portion of Dad's paycheck every month to support her.
Another of our favorite dishes was "Chicken Booya". no one could
make it as well as Grandma, she never measured anything just went
by taste, and even though my Mom captured her recipe and it was good, it
just couldn't compare with Grandma's.