The theme was “Life in the Thirties” the decade of Grandma’s birth. How to go about it? What provides the ambience? Old lamps, of course! Have some menus patterned after old school books. Reading them will be homework. Will Grandma be teacher or pupil?
What’s on the menu? Macaroni in tomato juice. Steak, potatoes, and gravy. Southern fried chicken. Home made rolls.
Grandma loved it! They sat down. Grandma said, “Now, Dad, would you please say grace.”
Her son, William, chuckled\, “Lord, thank you for Grandma – a great daughter or grandma depending on which decade she is presently living in.”
Write a one hundred word story sparked by the picture prompt. More stories of this type can be found by visiting Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thanks, Rochelle, for this challenging event.
ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
A menu? No one eats everything on a menu. These were, however, the kinds of food Grandma would remember and probably know which she likes. Hope so. Thanks, James, for making me explain a matter which was unclear.
I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
Sweet aroma 
That is quite a feast for grandma’s birthday. I like the family humour at the end.
A menu? No one eats everything on a menu. These were, however, the kinds of food Grandma would remember and probably know which she likes. Hope so. Thanks, James, for making me explain a matter which was unclear.
Thank you.
a life well-lived. happy birthday, grandma. 🙂
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So sweet!
Sweet family who understands their sweet Grandma, no matter the age she is remembering.
Yep! 🙂
Grandma has a good appetite and humour it seems. How is her memory
A bit of come and go! 😀
What a wonderful idea! I would enjoy a celebration of the 1940’s for one of my birthdays 🙂
Go rent a WW 2 nurses uniform, or a mini-skirt to do a bit of chat with Bob Hope! Now that would get your family’s attention.
Uhhhh–miniskirts on a 75-year-old granny? Probly not 🙂
Just seeing how close you want to stick to the forties theme. 😀