Yesterday was Mom’s 80th birthday party, and it was a lot of fun.  It’s always amazing to me that when you have an open house, different groups of people come and go in waves, and yet we had a nice, comfortable group at any given time.  We were just going to do cake, nuts, mints, and beverages.  Then I saw the strawberries.  On sale.  $1.50 a quart for big, beautiful, red strawberries.  So we had strawberries.  As I was driving home from the grocery store, I had a vision of strawberries dipped in chocolate.  Perfect for an afternoon (mostly ladies) party.  Yummy!

(I can’t get the photo to come up right now, so the link to my photo album is the best I can do.)

I asked my mom if she ever had a birthday party before this one.  She couldn’t remember that she ever did, being the third of seven children (closely spaced) during the Depression.  She did, however, remember a birthday when she was about four or five.  Her mom (Grandma) made her a birthday cake in a 1# coffee tin.  Grandma allowed my mom to take the knife and cut the cake into five servings: three children and mom and dad.  Mom carefully cut the cake down the middle.  Then she gave one half of the cake to her dad (my Grampa), and divided the other half four ways for the rest of the family.  What a Daddy’s Girl!  I love that story, and I would never have heard it if it wasn’t for this little party.

Road trip coming up, and I’ll be working on my Grandmother’s Flower Garden (see post below).  I’m excited to get a large chunk of time to work on it, so I hope I will be able to post progress soon.

~Sue