I understand one of my grandmothers used to sing to me, “Bye Bye Blackbird.” So I can pack up all my cares and woes and say that both of my grandmothers died before I was a year old.
My mother’s mother didn’t lend us too much in the way of culinary lore. I think all the meat she cooked was grey. My father’s mother, on the other hand, taught my Mom how to cook good German food.
Here I go, singing low, many years later. Before I married my husband his grandmother, the infamous Nanny, agreed to be mine as well. We have such good talks and it’s always great to have a one-on-one visit with her. Of course she interviewed me first, in 2002, and told me what she wanted her grandson to do. Of course he didn’t do it. But no-one stays with a company to get a gold watch these days!
Bye bye Blackbird. Mom is gone, ten years younger than Nanny. It took me a while to get to know my brother-in-law but now he actually calls me “Sis.”
Whatever happens on Jim’s interviews this weekend, Texas has become a home for me. I never thought it would be, or wanted it to be. The weather stinks six months of the year (100 degrees and humid) but we have family here.
Where somebody waits for me, sugar’s sweet, so is he, bye, bye blackbird. My love will be home tonight and we’ll talk about our options. Blackbird, bye bye. Dee
