This is my grandma Delores, my dad's mom. The kids call her Great Mama. She grew up in North Dakoda, where she met my grandfather, in a tiny town of German immigrants. After getting married, they moved out west and settled in Lodi, where my grandfather ran a grocery store and my grandma looked pretty. She still lives in Lodi, in the house where my dad spent his childhood.
When I was little, my grandma did several great things for us:
-when camping at silver lake, she would wrap in tin foil all kinds of non-gifts for us. wrap kleenex, cornuts, soda, etc. it gave us something to do, and redefined what could be considered a "present".
-play the classic "rack-o" with us (this was a fantastic game--did anyone else play it?)
-let me dress up in all her pretty jewelry
-makes the best peanut butter chocolate balls EVER
-cook me soft boiled eggs whenever I asked (and cracked them perfectly with a knife and then scooped out the middle)
-let me climb in bed with her whenever we slept over
More about her: Every year she volunteers at the Lodi Museum (I'll let you imagine the sophistication of the Lodi Museum) as Mrs. Claus, and she is adorable and half the town thinks she's the real thing. And every summer she spends each weekend living in a trailer at Silver Lake, overseeing the chaplain that does the services at the Silver Lake chapel, making sure his "quarters" are clean and pretty, that he has food and necessities, so that a sermon can be given there in the chapel my grandpa, uncle, and dad built.
Anyway, since none of you may ever meet her in person, Grandma, meet my friends, friends, meet Great Mama.