I was blessed to share so many precious memories with my grandma. Our trips to Williamsburg were some of my fondest memories of my childhood. From marching down the streets with my wooden musket, to getting ice cream when it was 15 degrees outside, or even getting chased down by a flock of geese (sorry for leaving you in the dust).
Another tradition we had was Christmas Eve. The unofficial goal each year was trying to make grandma cry happy tears from one of our presents. One Christmas, my dad and I came up with a plan. If you have been inside her home, you have most likely seen the various selection of Williamsburg dolls. So, I brought grandma in to this shop and casually asked her, “if you had to pick your favorite, which one would it be?” She pointed out her favorite and my dad snuck in after and bought it for her. Looking back, we probably weren’t as subtle as we thought we were, but when Christmas came around she opened the doll and of course, started crying.
From marching through the Williamsburg streets to our Christmas Eve tradition and many more in between , you were such a loving and generous grandma who made my childhood incredibly special. And no one will ever make chicken cutlets quite like you, excepts dad’s poor attempts.
Love you -Liam