This week I have been flooded with memories of Grandma & Grandpa Thompson. My mom gave me an afghan and a book from Grandma's collection for my birthday this year. On the inside cover of the book is Grandma's signature in her perfect cursive. We watched the movie Layne made of her cooking white mush, and after a week of non-stop cravings, I woke up this morning and made some. I couldn't wait for it to set, either. Cooked a batch right after the roll was formed. I was fortunate enough to grow up next door to both of my Grandparents. We caught the bus for school in front of Grandma & Grandpa Thompson's house. Each morning they would make us hot chocolate or spiced apple cider and serve it to us in tea cups with saucers. Sometimes Grandpa would sneak us a powdered donut when Grandma wasn't looking. One morning I was late for the bus and Grandpa met me at the end of the sidewalk with a tea cup full of hot chocolate. 5 days a week I was able to visit with them each morning. And on the weekends we played basketball or football or softball in their front yard. At night, we played kick the can or come to court on the farm. I miss those simple times spent dressing up and giving fashion shows to them as they sat in their chairs in the living room or plunking away on the piano in the living room. I miss them both so much.