Post by homemade on Apr 5, 2003 18:59:01 GMT -6
I lost both my grandmothers when I was around 5-6 yrs so have just *flashes*of them which is quite sad really as I have nothing to remember them by. But I did have a grandfather until I was 28, (my other grandfather died before I was born) and he was always a part of my life as we shared a home with him after Nan had died. He was a very tall strong man, with the most ingrained habits and the demands 
whacko! you provided as he expected and that was it. No ifs or buts about it!
Each morning he expected meat for breakfast, whether it be chops, steak or bacon it mattered not but it had to be meat. He never ate toast (can't imagine not liking toast) and after each meal always ate bread and butter with jam and it had to be a tin of jam specifically for him as he would not tolerate any lil bits of butter in it. Woe betide you if he found any, so it was easier to have a tin set aside for him.
Evening meal had to be on the table at 4.30pm sharp, boiled potatoes every night, not mashed or baked or scalloped but he would eat chips. Never gravy - oh my gosh imagine roast meat with no gravy
Sometimes he broke from habit at the evening meal and had cheese on bread but it was always a particular cheese we as kids referred to as rats cheese, hard as the hobs of hell and dry as dry could be.
I give my mum a medal for all those years of care she gave her dad as she also had us three kids to care for, dad was not a well man and his role as man of the house was taken from him once we moved in with my grandfather as in those days that was what was expected of the daughter. Coupled with this mum cared for an alcoholic uncle who lived with us for some time. Is it any wonder mum detested cooking
whacko! you provided as he expected and that was it. No ifs or buts about it!Each morning he expected meat for breakfast, whether it be chops, steak or bacon it mattered not but it had to be meat. He never ate toast
(can't imagine not liking toast) and after each meal always ate bread and butter with jam and it had to be a tin of jam specifically for him as he would not tolerate any lil bits of butter in it. Woe betide you if he found any, so it was easier to have a tin set aside for him.Evening meal had to be on the table at 4.30pm sharp, boiled potatoes every night, not mashed or baked or scalloped but he would eat chips. Never gravy - oh my gosh imagine roast meat with no gravy
Sometimes he broke from habit at the evening meal and had cheese on bread but it was always a particular cheese we as kids referred to as rats cheese, hard as the hobs of hell and dry as dry could be. I give my mum a medal for all those years of care she gave her dad as she also had us three kids to care for, dad was not a well man and his role as man of the house was taken from him once we moved in with my grandfather as in those days that was what was expected of the daughter. Coupled with this mum cared for an alcoholic uncle who lived with us for some time. Is it any wonder mum detested cooking