Experiences, Not Things

Experiences, Not Things

What is it you remember most about your grandparents? Chances are you remember an experience. Did they teach you to play cards? Fly a kite? Fish? Did you go to the park? A ball game? The movies? Did you watch them mow the lawn? Cook supper? Milk the cows? My most vivid memory of Grandma Krans is [...]

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What is it you remember most about your grandparents? Chances are you remember an experience.

Did they teach you to play cards? Fly a kite? Fish?

Did you go to the park? A ball game? The movies?

Did you watch them mow the lawn? Cook supper? Milk the cows?

My most vivid memory of Grandma Krans is in her kitchen the day she taught me to make her pie crust. I can see the big square kitchen, the window open to let in the summer breeze, a view of tall cornfields behind the house. They weren’t farmers, they just lived on 7th Street – the last street “in town” so everything behind them was corn as far as I could see.

“So your dad tells me you like to bake,” she said, wiping dry the last of the lunch dishes. “Want to help me bake a pie? I can teach you my ‘1-2-3’ pie crust.”

“Sure!”

“What’s good about this is that you’ll never forget it. ‘One’ is one cup of flour. Then ‘two’ is two tablespoons of butter. You have to cut it in so the pieces are small as a pea, otherwise, it won’t be flaky. Then ‘three’ tablespoons of water. Then we roll it out…”

Easy as 1-2-3. Easy as pie. Still use it to this day. Still love to bake.

These are the things we pass on.

What can you pass on?

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