I miss these grandmas ~ Lillian on the left and Mabel on the right. (I'm not sure which little one is me and which one is Lisa, honestly.) I remember all the fun trips to Grandma Lillian's mobile home park in California, how active she was and how she took care of all her friends, her buttermilk "dollar" pancakes and how she would sneak vegetarian "meat" into grandpa's meals in place of real meat, her quiet sweet demeanor, the trips to Disneyland in her black and white VW bus, and the many homemade outfits and knitted slippers given to us. And I remember Grandma Mabel's beautiful quilts for all her children and grandchildren, her big garden, her arms and hands, her silky flowered dresses and ankle socks, her quiet way, how her devoted little dog Queenie followed her everywhere, how much she loved my dad (#8 of 11 children) and how much she was loved back. ♥