My Granny O passed away last Sunday...my last grandparent. As I think of them, I will share some fond memories of her.
As a kid we used to go the the lake on the weekends...the whole family. We would get to her house really early in the morning. The house would smell like fried chicken, boiled peanuts, and pound cake! To this day, everytime I eat a boiled peanut, I think of this.
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