BJH

In honor of Mother's Day this weekend, I wanted to post these pictures and memories of my beautiful Grandma Hallstrom.
Grandma snuck me brown sugar when we'd make cookies. She made paper dolls with me. We played Old Maid. She watched us swim. She gave us strawberry soda and orangsicles. She wore a black and white mumu. She brought her own butter to McDonalds. She got her hair done once a week. She was an amazing cook. Even her Eggo waffles somehow tasted better then ours at home. She wore TABU. She was a fabulous teacher. We ate clam chowder at Makai Market. And then we went to See's for a "piece." She let me help her with her Relief Society handouts. She typed on a typewriter. She hummed all the time. She read books covered in brown paper. She drove a "Cadi." She had lovely, distinct handwriting. She let me dial on her rotary phone. She wore fake lashes. We played in her playhouse. She loved Lawrence Welk. She never told me she knew I played with her makeup. She liked to count the stars on my bedroom ceiling. She would have really liked Ty. I can't get through a verse of "God Be With You 'Til We Meet Again" without crying. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I love you Grandma!