Thanks to my mom, for this post about what to give her 92-year-old mother (my grandmom and my kids' "GG"). My mom originally posted this on her very own blog, Boggle Mama. If you've never read the story of why her blog is thusly named, you must read this post.
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Christmas shopping for my Mother has become a problem in the last few years. Now that she is ninety-two and a half years old, the woman does not need much of anything. At this point, she has an abundance of night gowns, robes, slippers, gloves, scarves, etc, etc, ad nauseam. And, she has plenty of picture frames, glassware, silverware, even underwear.
What to do? What to do?
She loves dark chocolate. She loves tawny port wine. For her birthday, back in July, that's what I gave her. For Christmas, I'll probably repeat the same thing.
One thing is for certain, at her age, I won't have to feel guilty about creating a diabetic, or for that matter, a raging alcoholic.
Speaking of tawny port, has anyone ever tasted it? And, how did you like it? I sipped it once, just to see if I would enjoy it. (I've been known to enjoy a glass of wine or five.)
Yuck! It was so vile! I thought I had permanently damaged my taste buds. The only way I could get rid of the aftertaste was to swig a tumbler of pinot grigio.
Luckily, I had some in the house.
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Thanks, Mom! I ended up giving my Grandmom a pumpkin bread that I made, since everyone else in the family was trying to get her drunk on tawny port. And with five children, 15 grandchildren and 33 great-grandchildren, that's a helluva lot of booze.
Here are my my siblings with Grandmom in 1975-ish. That's Peter, Megan, me, Erin, and Heather, looking so colorful in her Crayola crayon get-up.
My brother looks like he was hitting grandmom's tawny port that day. And Erin looks like she needs some.
Read the whole list of fresh gifts.
P.S. Happy first night of Hanukkah!



Love the photo - the outfits are classic. And the gift suggestion? Spot on. Life is better with chocolate... and much better with wine. That doesn't change because you have the good sense to keep living.
Posted by: Annie/Helen Hartman | December 21, 2011 at 07:23 AM