Being a Grammy has brought back many memories of my own Grandmother and the differences in our lifestyles.
My maternal Grandmother had died when my Mom was only nine, therefore, my paternal Grandmother was the only one I knew. I was the youngest of all her grandchildren and I was named after her – “Rose”. I like to think that I was her favorite, being the baby and being her namesake. This is a picture of her holding me on my Christening Day.
My Grandma was married at age 16 in Hungary and came to America through Ellis Island a few years later. She gave birth to 9 children, 3 of which died as babies. She is just about 60 years old in this picture, which is very difficult for me to absorb, as I will be 60 myself in a few months.
After my Grandfather and Father both died when I was 5, my Mom was very thankful that we lived in the same neighborhood as my Grandma Rose. Since my Mom lost her own Mother at such an early age, Dad’s Mother had become a second Mother to her.
My Grandma still loved to cook some of her traditional Hungarian dishes and always had everyone over for Sunday dinner. My Aunts, Uncles and cousins who also lived in the neighborhood were always there as well. She also loved to bake and at Easter and Christmas, it was quite the production with my Mom and Aunts all working together to make the nutrolls, poppyseed rolls and apricot cookies.
I lost my Grandma Rose to diabetes when I was only 11. I have so many fond memories of her and am thankful that my parents named me after her.