
As I've been reflecting on thoughts of my grandma, I noticed that a lot of my memories of her revolve around food. We used to go over to her house on Sunday for dinner and I often remember eating the same comfort foods I only found at her house. Some of my favorites were scones with honeybutter, grandma's dippies (she only hinted at the ingredients in her secret recipe!), eating pringles with those dippies, hidden mint cookies, cauliflower cheese soup, homemade bread, chocolate zuchini bread, pumpkin bread and banana bread with chocolate chips...to this day, I always put chocolate chips in my banana bread thanks to Grandma! She had a treat bucket that we could choose a candy from if we ate all our dinner...really it was an empty 5 gallon icecream bucket filled with candy, mostly Hershey's miniatures that I remember!
My grandma loved to crochet and embroider and she was talented at it. I remember her telling me that she'd once heard a surgeon say he enjoyed embroidery because it helped him relax and practice his stitches. She was always working on a project or was sorting through embroidery thread or winding yarn into a ball. I remember Grandma trying to teach me to crochet an afghan one time. Mine was very crooked and uneven and looked nothing like hers...I know I did not even make it long enough to cover much, and I still have the leftover yarn in a box.
I remember the duplex and all the clover in the grass, coming up from the basement and seeing Grandma at the kitchen sink washing dishes, the wall in her living room was covered with family photos and there was a big upright piano. I remember them moving to their first condo and watching Grandma iron and do laundry. She used to tell me about how she would earn money during the depression by ironing for people and all the ruffles on the shirts she would have to iron. Grandma was clean...her house was always spotless and she would wash the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher (she never trusted them to get completely clean!), she would even rinse paper plates before putting them in the trash! Grandma had beautiful, neat handwriting. She took wonderful care of her parents and I remember going with her and Grandpa to visit Grandpa Schoenfeld to bring his laundry and go grocery shopping for him. We would go to Harmon's and buy orange rolls, they were her treat for doing the shopping. I remember Paul typing "Dear Old Lady" letters on the typewriter down in the basement. She used to say at least she was a "dear" old lady. Are you funny ha-ha or funny peculiar? She loved to talk about meeting Grandpa at the dentist's office, having twins...waking up to be told there were two, telling stories about the pictures of our pioneer ancestors. Trips to Las Vegas to see Papa's siblings. Never driving a car. Getting her hair done by Bill. Her nails were always done. Pink and baby blue were her favorite colors. Her scriptures sat on the table next to her chair downstairs and I would find her reading them sometimes. I remember going with her to the Cambodian Branch while they were serving their mission. I remember taking out my own endowments for the first time and watching Grandma go through the session and thinking, if she can do this, so can I. Grandma in the sealing room the day I got married. She set a wonderful example of a wife, mother, and homemaker. She was a loving Grandma who cared for us and never forgot a birthday. I loved spending my birthdays and holidays with them and lots of special times in between. I couldn't have asked for better grandparents. I knew I could count on them and when I needed them, they were right there. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are loved and already missed.
Joyce Schoenfeld Russell
August 23, 1921 - May 18, 2008
Obituary
Happy 65th Wedding Anniversary Grandma and Papa!
May 19, 2008 - Celebrated together!