Grandmal

First- yes I titled this blog post grandmal— that’s what we called both of my grandmothers

It seems I’ve written much about my grandmother Queenie but not a lot about my mother’s mother- my grandmal Miller

My grandmother was an RN - which was really unusual in those days
I remember her white nurse’s dress- white stockings and shoes and her neat little nurse’s cap
She was a tall woman and sturdy built- in her uniform she could be quite intimidating

But what I think more about her is the way she cooked and her great love of fixing a meal for anyone that happened to come by
Her fried chicken could rival kfc and her chicken chow mein could stand up to any Asian restaurant
Including the sticky rice

She had a soft heart and a forgiving spirit like no other I knew-

We grandchildren took great pleasure in teasing her- she had a funny way of saying certain words- like coconut and pizza pie- it would send us into laughter - to which she would say “ I would rather someone spit in my face than to laugh at me “— to which we would laugh even harder

She loved her flowers— fishing— her soap operas- or rather her “stories “

She nursed one of her many sisters in her home and my grandfather- she had a true servant’s heart

As I think of her I can’t help but see her as I would approach her porch - where I could see through her door straight through her shotgun house- sitting at her dining room table playing herself at scrabble - and probably still cheating