Pancake Day

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Pancakeday, Sunday. That's how it works in our house. We have replaced Saturday with Pancakeday. As soon as our oldest granddaughter could toddle over to our house by herself she started making pancakes on Saturday mornings with Tadda. Dragging the kitchen chair over to the counter, she would help Tadda … Continue reading Pancake Day

Just call me Umma

I have just a few memories of my grandparents when I was a child.We moved around a lot and didn't see them very often. Both my Grandfathers died when I was very young. My one memory of my  Papa Olson is the deep pockets of his great big coat. He would come in the door … Continue reading Just call me Umma