troyfrd1 wrote:
Yes those were the days at grandma house. She would cook 3 meals a day. Each one included her biscuits. They taste like cake. I would always put one in my pocket. Sometimes I would forget it and mom would do laundry and there it was in the old washing machine out back with the ringer on it. Homemade Apple sauce. We didn’t have much but we always had more than others had. We had each other. Priceless memories.
Some bad but mostly good to great.