Tuesday, April 26, 2016

GRAHAM CRACKER DILEMMA--a Tribute to my Mother

This month and next month for Mother's Day I am writing about little incidents (among many) that occurred when I lived with my mother during the 2000s decade.

About fifteen years ago my 85-year-old Mother gave me a grocery list and I went to the grocery store to get the items, one of which was a box of graham crackers. I was surprised that of all the cookies that are available that she would want those specifically. She and her companion Fred always ate a sweet snack every night at 10:00, snacks that varied from snack cakes to ice cream to cookies but I never realized that she was so fond of graham crackers.


When I came to the cookie section, I found that I was facing a dilemma of sorts. Should I get the more expensive brand or go for the generic brand that contained twice as many crackers? I also noticed that both kinds offered two choices: honey graham and cinnamon graham. Finally, I decided on the generic brand, figuring that a graham cracker by any other brand was still the same and also the larger size box was half the price of the smaller brand box. But which would Mother prefer—the honey or the cinnamon? I finally decided that the honey was the traditional graham cracker and Mother would prefer that one. (Please note that this occurred before I had a cell phone so I couldn’t call her.)

So, along with my other purchases, I left the store with a generic brand of honey graham crackers, hoping that Mother would like them.

When I arrived home I gave her a detailed explanation on how I had worked through my dilemma of which graham cracker box to buy.


To which Mother replied rather nonchalantly, “Oh, they’re for Fred and he’s not picky.”

What? I had spent all that time worrying about a treat for Fred, her Cocker Spaniel?

6 comments:

Marilyn Levinson said...

Adorable!! I enjoyed this story about Fred and your mother.

Palmaltas said...

Thank you so much, Marilyn. I have lots of stories from my mother and it was hard to choose which one should be first.

Marja said...

Okay, Pat, you gave both myself and my daughter a great laugh this morning. That was just too, too funny! Great post!

Palmaltas said...

Why thank you, Marja. One never knows how people will react to humor.

Patricia Gligor said...

Great story!

Now, with my eighty-six year old mother, it's another story. (Just ask Marja who has heard lots of my "Mom" stories.)

Mom distills her own water and won't drink any other kind. Back in the early 2000's we took a few vacations together. The trunk of my car was filled with gallon jugs of her "homemade" water and I had to carry a couple to our hotel room each night and bring some whenever we stopped to eat at a restaurant. One time, I forgot and she insisted I make the journey back to the car to get it.
And, she only eats organic, including crackers. The only ones she will eat are a certain department store's brand. The store is a bit out of the way so I always get three or four boxes when I go there. LOL

Palmaltas said...

Good grief, Pat! You are right--that is "another story"! LOL The most annoying thing about my mother was her smoking! And I refused to buy her cigarettes! But my brother would take her to the local Indian casino where she would buy them.