For those of you who know my family, these past two weeks have been quite a test. And for those of you that know Sara and I, you know family is very important to us. As my boisterous brother-in-law once put it, our family practically has a family reunion once a month. It's typically because of a birthday or a holiday...and when we don't have those nice excuses, we just get together just because.
On Thursday, April 14 (otherwise known as Pete Rose's Birthday, a former family holiday), Mike's Grandpa, Albert Senger, died. He had suffered a stroke just two weeks prior (on another family holiday: Reds' Opening Day), and he had a rough two weeks leading up to his passing. My Grandmother, Evelyn, was really strong through the whole thing, despite losing her husband of 68 years, and she has 4 daughters, a son, twelve grandchildren, and four great grandchildren to help her remember all of the wonderful memories of Grandpa. While we're typically eating when we get together, there's really only a few recipes I associate with the Senger family: cheesy potato cassarole and Denise's deviled eggs. I'll see if I can get my aunt to write something up on one or both of those recipes - they're great treats for those family holidays like Easter and Christmas. My other food-related memories of Grandpa Senger are mock turtle soup, liver and onions (one of HIS favorites - not mine) and campfire food. My brother requested a campfire food recipe week for this summer, so I'll try to come up with at least one of Grandpa's old treats (which were probably prepared by Grandma and just "fired" by Grandpa) for that week.
This morning, my Grandmother, Rosella Kuhl, passed away after almost exactly 94 years of life. Her birthday is tomorrow. If you knew my grandma or ever met her, you'd have probably seen her in pink, her favorite color. We'll all be wearing pink this week in her memory. My best food-related memories of Grandma Kuhl are probably hot dogs (which she called weiners and served split in half on a slice of bread), coffee, vanilla ice cream (she always managed to get my favorite kind, it seemed, and it was always perfectly creamy - and she let us make coke floats, orange soda floats, or whatever we wanted), or Bran Flakes. I'm not saying my Grandma wasn't a good cook, but I honestly only knew her during her last 30 years, and I'm sure she was pretty tired of cooking at that point, having raised 3 kids and seen nine grandchildren and, by the end, 12 great-grandchildren come through her doors. And Grandpa had pretty simple tastes - cereal or toast and coffee for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch, and a simple dinner like chicken and rice or ham and beans. These two lived through some rough times, mind you: the depression, the big flood(s) of the Great Miami, my mom's teennage years, etc.
So losing those two major parts of our family in the past 10 days has sent a bit of a shock through the family. But we're strong, and we're close, and we're making it. We know that both Grandpa and Grandma are much better off now, reunited with lost friends and family, safe and comfortable, free of the pain, suffering and frustration that seemed to interrupt their lives the past few weeks and months - years for Grandma, really. And while we miss them terribly - and will in the coming weeks probably more than we even know right now - we have such great memories of both of them.
Some of my favorite ways to remember both of them are their laughs. Grandpa Senger was quick to make a joke or give you a hard time about something and then share a laugh with you about it. His laugh was short and brought the corners of his mouth up in this big smile while his shoulders bounced slightly. Grandma Kuhl had more of a fully body laugh when she really got going. This was typically after a Grandpa Kuhl wisecrack or a silly, off-the-wall comment by Leo, my cousin's husband. My favorite was when Grandpa would be teasing her about something and she would laugh and tell him "Oh, stop it!" while waving her hand at him, typically with a tissue in her hand - she always had a tissue in her hand.
So, if you think of it, say a quick prayer for my parents and their siblings, but more importantly, make sure to call your parents and grandparents and tell them you love them. They never get tired of hearing that, I'm sure.