Brian

I don’t believe that any particular memory of Grandma Clark stands out for myself, rather it’s a series of smaller recollections that really defined what an amazing woman she was to me. I remember her companionship of Grandpa, the way they always did most anything together, especially when they were a bit younger and would work together on some project. She always seemed to be by his side, ready to go fetch a particular tool that Grandpa needed, folding up extension cords (she taught me the proper way to wrap up them up – elbow to wrist – and I still do it that way without fail), or just helping pack everything up when the job was finished.

Some of my fondest memories growing up were without question the visits to Grandma’s and Grandpa’s, and nothing was better than the love and care with which she made breakfast. I think it’s fair to say that I’ve never ever had anything close to the kinds she used to make, with shredded cheddar eggs, that thin wheat bread perfectly toasted, and of course, the Brown Sugar Pop Tarts. Grandma seemed to spend so much time in the kitchen, working on something or other, and it was so apparent the amount of love and care that went into it all.

However, I think the thing I will remember the most was just talking with Grandma, those times when we shared with each other the moments of our lives. Whether it was catching up on family history with her after a family meal, filling the empty spaces while watching a ballgame together, or sharing the latest news of the happenings in my life, Grandma was always interested, ready to gently give advice and abundantly dispense her approval.  I don’t know that a grandchild could ask, or receive, anything better.