So I suppose you may be wondering what a glass of soda has to do with thinking about my grandma, right? Well when I was a little girl and I spent time at my grandma’s, I was treated to a small glass of soda. As I grew into an adult and would visit my grandma, she still served me a small glass of soda just like this. I always found that endearing.
I don’t drink much soda (me and caffeine don’t do well together), but now and then I love a cold glass of Coke. So now and then when I have a craving for Coke, I get out a small juice glass and as I pour, I think of my grandma. Grandma’s knew what they were doing back then, giving us just the right amount. It’s so sad to see kids these days guzzling down huge bottles of soda. I’m thankful for this little practice that my grandma did for me that seemed to stick. Thanks, grandma.
This picture below is my grandma Edith and grandpa Otto Pipping. I have fond, wonderful memories of them. For Christmas my Dad’s wife put together a little booklet of the the Pipping Tree and it was fun to read.
I miss you grandma and grandpa….and thanks for the soda!
