Aunt Grace was actually my great aunt on my mom’s side. Her mom and her mom before her were amazing cooks I’ve been told. What happened to Aunt Grace in that area is a mystery.
She could put together a mean mouth -watering sandwich from “this and that” she gathered from yards and fields in the neighborhood that surrounded part of an area by the Indy 500. Of course, with all the chemicals nowadays, she wouldn’t want to eat anything she found. And I am not even sure she would be able to find anything alive to put between two pieces of white bread.
She Loved to eat. Right up to the day she died, she would fill her plate to overflowing and talk and laugh and eat and eat. She was fun. Just a fun person to be around.
She kept a very spotless home, but she had so much packed in to each room. Her sisters were kleptomaniacs and maybe once they had died, she had gone to their homes and retrieved her missing knickknacks and pictures and added them to new one’s she had to buy again. They would steal from stores. Silly things they did not even need. And they would steal a picture right off your wall and have the nerve to go and hang it right on their wall. Right in plain sight!
She was extremely blunt. Very much so. But for some reason, you still liked her. I really wish I would have had more time with her. Not eating her food, but just being around her.
She could not have children, so her and her husband adopted a child that was deaf. His parents did not want him because of his disability. She took him to her home and he was hers forever after that. He ended up living in a home right next to hers with his wife in Indianapolis. He took great care of her to the very end.
But back to her cooking. She was by far the worst cook probably ever. When we stopped to check on her and see if she needed anything, unfortunately, she insisted she make you something. Every thing got a big huge spoonful of bacon grease. When you entered the kitchen, your stomach would not come in with you. After you suffered through each bite, she grabbed your plate, wiped it with a towel, and shoved it in the cabinet. In case that did not make sense. She did not wash her dishes, she assumed you were clean, and she just wiped it all down with a towel and returned it to its place with the other “clean dishes”!