In previous posts, I have mentioned the highly talented baking skills of my Grandmother Pearl and the delicious squashberry jam she prepared. On Monday, I dropped by her house and was greeted by the pleasant smell of freshly baked homemade bread.
Freshly Baked Bread from Grandma Pearl
We had a wonderful conversation over a steeping hot cup of coffee and tea at the kitchen table, as we peered out the window at the setting sun over the Strait of Belle Isle. I remembered as a child picking blackberries on the barrens near the ocean in her backyard. I would bring them in for her to make me the most delicious blackberry puddings. It would be a real compliment with Sunday’s Dinner.
My grandmother is still very youthful and community-minded. She is actively involved with the 50+ Club, Lionness Group, Church Group and many more organizations. She gets involved with fundraising activities, attends socials and at the time was icing a cake to bring to a grieving family in the community. I only hope to stay as active as she is when I reach her youthful age. We talked about several challenges for small non-profits and noted some action that may be taken to bridge some gaps.
It was a wonderful visit. I do not do it often enough and must make a greater effort to do so more often. My Grandmother gave me one of her freshly baked loaves of bread. It was a treat with my supper meal.
If you have the opportunity, take some time to visit a loved one. If you can, enjoy that cup of tea or freshly sliced piece of homemade bread.