Saturday, January 9, 2010

Cinnamon Rolls

This morning as I was rolling out my cinnamon rolls with a mason jar, and cutting them into slices using a string, it made me think of my Grandma Brown. Even still, though she has been gone a little while, I think that I would really like to visit with her, and show her how much Paul has grown. She loved his blond hair, and she loved seeing Sammer so much too. I think about her asking if Jocelyn was twins, and telling Gordon that he was old. I remembered her telling us about the fact that you have to have a "start" when you make sourdough bread, and how she used to ride her horse to go get a start in Mexico. She loved to tell me stories of when she was teaching 6 grades at the same time, and when I would get home from school when I was living with them, she was ask what problems I'd had that day, and offer advice on what to do. It makes me giggle when I think that she never believed me when I told her a certain tablecloth that I had given her was really hers.

When I leave dishes in my sink for days at a time (please don't tell), I know she would not be pleased. I always had to finish eating really fast and hop up and do the dishes since neither grandma or grandpa could rest until all was neat and tidy in the evening.

I am blessed to have such great examples in my family. I like to think I have taken the best parts of them, and try to live that way, as well as teach Paul to live that way.

I know this is a lot of rambling, but there ya have it.

P.S. The cinnamon rolls were delish!


Orem said...

Awww Manda, you make me cry!! I miss mom every day and wish I could still talk to her and let her see how great her darling great grand kids are. Her and Aunt MaryLou's cinnamon rolls were the best taste treats in the whole world. Thanks for the memories.
(This is Elaine . . . . not Orem)

Elaine Brown Billings said...

I don't think there could be any greater inlaws than Murlyn and Marzelle!
Besides all the other wonderful things Grandma taught me, she indirectly taught me a great lesson of the blessings that come from following the Spirit.
What a wonderful journey full of laughs and great experiences I would have missed had I just gone home when the Spirit whispered that I had a half block to get in the other lane and go see Grandma the day after Grandpa's funeral.
It's a testimony to how great a person Grandma is when you look at her grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Tim said...

Amanda that was so sweet, I loved it. My favorite treat in the world is on or more of mom's cinnamon rolls. I remember as a grade school girl coming home from school and the whole table would be full of bread and cinnamon rolls. Those memories never fade. I'm so glad that you are carrying on that great legacy. You and Jared were so good to mom and dad when you lived with them, I will appreciate that forever also. Love you.

Tim said...

Tim's comment was actually annette. I'm on Tim's computer.

Murlene Brown Watkins said...

Everyone seems to be having an identity crisis in the comment column! This really is Murlene! Mom's cinnamon rolls were the best. Every Wed. after school they would be waiting for us. I wish I hadn't been so lazy and had learned to make them while I had her to teach me! Your post brought back lots of memories....thanks! Maybe I'll learn to make them now.

coryshay said...

that was so great to open your blog and see Grandmas face! Thanks for the reminiscence

Murlene Brown Watkins said...

On Monday, I made cinnamon rolls! I felt like Mom! Mine turned out really well, but after the first day they got so dry, and I thought, "Mom's never got dry. What's wrong with mine?" Then I realized that was probably because Mom's never lasted a whole day!! I think I'll make bread pudding out of the dry cinnamon rolls!