Reminds me of my Grandmother too...
She came to stay with me one spring when my parents went to Florida on vaca.... I was about 12 and wasn't happy to have a babysitter for the week...I could take care of myself!! Along about the fourth day, Gram was going to make this frozen pizza that mom had left for us....Now mind you, she had never cooked anything frozen and packaged...So when the smoke started rolling out of the oven.....Well lets just say leaving the cardboard on the bottom in a gas oven at 400 degrees isn't recommended...She was crying that she had ruined dinner....so I jumped on my bike and rode to a brook about 1/4 mile away....caught 6 brookies....brought them home, grabbed some butter and foil...started a fire in the fireplace....sliced an onion...and cooked them up. Along with some fried potatoes(we always had canned sliced potato)...
She was in 7TH heaven...First told me how proud my grandfather would have been of me....then said she didn't know why my parents wanted her to stay there...I didn't need anyone to take care of me....LOL Guess that is why I love this place so much...other peoples pictures and experiences bring back floods of memories from the past. Good for the soul to remember where you came from, and the people you surround yourself with....