Happy Birthday, Gram!
Today, March 30, would have been Gram Booker's birthday. We couldn't have asked for a better Grandma. She was gentle, loving and had the best laugh. As kids we used to tease her unmercifully until she would burst out laughing. I can still hear that laugh! Gram was also an excellent cook, and she rarely needed a recipe. My favorite dish was her chicken pot pies. She let the kids cut out the pot pie squares from the dough she had rolled out.
There are so many great stories about Gram, but one of my favorites is the story about fishing on Mill Pond. Early one morning we all packed into the '57 Chevrolet Station Wagon with Grandpa and Grandma Booker. After we got out of the car it was just a few steps to the edge of the lake. Grandpa brought several long poles with big bobbers attached to the lines, as well as a huge can of worms. I remember the excitement of the bobber going down a few times at which point I tried to pull up on the line quickly, and sometimes I was lucky. We usually caught several bluegills and sunfish.
At one point Gram decided to walk down a path that led to a fishing pier at the end of the lake. Everyone was waiting for bites when suddenly we noticed a group of waves coming toward our fishing area. Grandpa yelled, "Mom fell in!" (He called Gram "Mom.") We went running down the path and when we reached the pier, Gram was wading out of the lake, covered in slimy lake weeds. Fortunately she was OK. In face, she was laughing!