“THE GREATEST LADY THAT EVER LIVED.”
REMEMBERING MY GRANDMOTHER.
PROFESSOR KATHY HARTWELL
JUNE 12th 2011.
There is not enough to be said about my Grandmother. May God rest here beautiful soul. She was by far one of the most interesting characters I have ever had the pleasure of knowing in my entire life. She died about fifteen years ago and not day goes by without me thinking of her. I lived with her as a child back in the Caribbean, A little town called Belmont in the heart of the Capital city, Port of Spain, Trinidad, while my Mother was in the United States working. She was a divorced single parent of five and a retired cook from the local General Hospital, she made life seem a little easier even though I remembered some truly tough times growing up. She was incredibly gentle, kind and soft spoken but kept a firm grip on things, especially when it came to her household. She was also the kind of lady that sang when she cooked, cleaned and tended to her garden. By the way, she was not the best singer in the world and never knew the words to any of the songs she sang. She loved good Ol’ Blue Eyes, Mr. Frank Sinatra. A song like “Strangers in the night” turned into “Dangers on the right”. OK, it was a bit of an exaggeration on my behalf, but you get the idea. And boy was she a great cook! And that is no exaggeration! All my friends enjoyed a meal or two at my house. Times may have been hard, but there was always plenty to go around. She actually taught me a thing or two about cooking. I can still hear her say to me, “Use a little salt and pepper when everything else fails!” As a matter of fact, she taught me a hell of a lot. How to wash and iron my own clothing and I do not mean in a washing machine either. It was on a good old fashion washboard with powdered soap and water. One may think that this is not anything grand, but the art of grocery shopping. I can pick out the best fruit for miles away. I lived at the local street...