i have this odd, random memory. it's neither odd or random as a memory, really. but. it was a completely random event. i was at my grandmother's and was bored and she suggested we do something. i think i asked her to make magic. she had a jar of quotes that she'd cut out of various things and it said magic on the side. i dunno, i was inspired.
so we made magic. it was really rosemary infused corn starch, but it was amazing. i found the jar of it while cleaning out her house over the summer. it's over there <------.
we sometimes leave things in people's caskets. i bought some little plastic baggies and put some various spices and some corn starch into them and tied them up in a pretty green organza bag. it's probably the most insane thing in the world, but it's one of my most treasured memories.
she had her flaws, and a great many, but to me, she was magic.
my grandmother sang and read to us all the time. she generally sang 1940s pop songs to me (especially the mexican ones, south of the border and serenade of the bells), but sang silly songs to all of us. we were going to read bill grogan's goat at the funeral. but my uncle decided to nix it. lame-o.