This photo was taken on my wedding day, Nov. 28, 1992. Gram Soos was Mom's mom. She was a big part of my life up until her death in 1999. She was born on December 8, 1916 and would have been 99 years old today.
Gram never ate mushrooms. "I've always said that if you ate mouse, it would taste exactly like a mushroom."
On drinking: "After one or two, who's counting?"
Gram called the couch the "davenport."
Instead of humming or singing to herself, Gram used to lilt, "dooo do doodoodoo dooo doo doo doo" in an unrecognizable off-key way.
Gram made the best homemade mac and cheese you ever ate.
On getting her hair done: "I'm going down to Eva's to get my hair cranked up."
More on drinking: "Jude," she'd say to my mom, "are you going to the booze emporium? Pick me up a bottle of gin if you go to the booze emporium."
When making clothes for me: "Kid!" she'd say, shaking a straight pin at me. "I'm not going to make it so tight that you can't eat an olive!"
Gram used to make tapioca pudding from scratch. "I had to use up the milk," she'd say. She always sprinkled cinnamon on top.
Gram maintained that football players had the cutest little buns and that it was "a well-known fact" that body builders were not well-endowed.
Gram had an elaborate charm bracelet that fascinated me as a kid. There was a tiny working one-armed bandit slot machine, a itty-bitty leaning tower of Pisa, a little cuckoo clock ... the list goes on and on. She gave it to me before she died and now, ironically, my favorite charm is a plain tile that says, "Junior Golfers 1961."
I miss Gram Soos. Hug your gram today.
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