Today was my grandma's unveiling, so I headed out to Mount Hebron and met my family for the ceremony. As you may be able to deduce from the headstone, Shirley's main joy in life was feeding people. She spent most of her time either cooking or thinking about what to cook next. I probably owe at least an inch of my waistline to her famous ten-course mid-morning "lunches". On an earlier visit to her gravesite in the fall, I noticed some purslane growing from the dirt above her body, so I picked it and ate it. Even in death...
Touching Matt … again your humanity shows through. The dead are always with the living, eh? You’re a really neat person! Thank you for sharing this very personal item.
just goes to show their are still some edible plants in ol new york!
We have the same tradition in my home country and call it “babang luksa” which literally means “drop the (veil of) mourning” and is usually marked a year after death.
My grandfather’s name was Ira too.
Thanks for sharing . I think we all have a Grandparent past or present that we remember as feeders.
Thank you Matt, that brings back tables full of happy memories.
Oh and we do the same.