Rosemary Brown's Pentecostal Songs in Indiana!

These are things that come to mind when I think of Grandma Reeves. Everybody called her "Maam" and that included the children as well. She was "Maam." Grandpa Elijah was "Dad." My father was "Pop" and our mother was "mom."

So when I think of Maam these days, I remember the ducks and the geese quackin' and squackin' in the backyard and walking there where they had been in the green cover on the ground. I'll call it grass but it did not grow tall. It just sort of covered the ground with a soft velvety feel to our bare feet. And then I think of the soft feather beds that you could sink down in in the winter time and feel cozy and warm. And how she could make up those feather beds and make them look smooth and pretty. She tried to teach me how to do that, but I just never could do it like she did.

Then I think of white lace curtains being stretched to dry on a rack after having been washed and startched. I see the front porch being scrubbed with hot water and Lye soap. On Saturdays she would bake cakes and pies and cookies. Then on Sunday there would be a big dinner with fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, whatever vegetables were available and desert. There was always biscuits.

There was a large table in the middle of the kitchen which was always set with eight place settings. The plates were turned upside down with a fork and a knife beside it. There was a spooner in the middle of the table full of teaspoons. Also in the middle of the table was honey in the honey comb in a special dish for that, and a stemmed dish with preserves sometimes more than one of different kinds and what ever biscuits were left over from the last meal were there. This was all covered with a big white table cloth. There was no need to ever be hungry because one could usuually alway lift the cover and make a preserves and biscuit sandwich. I know this because I have done just that.

That's me, Rose, at age 18, with Maam.

Yes, Maam! Remembering how
my grandmother kept her house

Rosemary's Notes


That's me, Rose, at age 18, with Maam. Yes, Maam! Remembering how my grandmother kept her house These are things that come to mind when I think of Grandma Reeves. Everybody called her "Maam" and that included the children as well. She was "Maam." Grandpa Elijah was "Dad." My father was "Pop" and our mother was "mom." So when I think of Maam these days, I remember the ducks and the geese quackin' and squackin' in the backyard and walking there where they had been in the green cover on the ground. I'll call it grass but it did not grow tall. It just sort of covered the ground with a soft velvety feel to our bare feet. And then I think of the soft feather beds that you could sink down in in the winter time and feel cozy and warm. And how she could make up those feather beds and make them look smooth and pretty. She tried to teach me how to do that, but I just never could do it like she did. Then I think of white lace curtains being stretched to dry on a rack after having been washed and startched. I see the front porch being scrubbed with hot water and Lye soap. On Saturdays she would bake cakes and pies and cookies. Then on Sunday there would be a big dinner with fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, whatever vegetables were available and desert. There was always biscuits. There was a large table in the middle of the kitchen which was always set with eight place settings. The plates were turned upside down with a fork and a knife beside it. There was a spooner in the middle of the table full of teaspoons. Also in the middle of the table was honey in the honey comb in a special dish for that, and a stemmed dish with preserves sometimes more than one of different kinds and what ever biscuits were left over from the last meal were there. This was all covered with a big white table cloth. There was no need to ever be hungry because one could usuually alway lift the cover and make a preserves and biscuit sandwich. I know this because I have done just that.
Posted 3/14/2005 -- If you love Pentecostal songs, sign Rose's guestbook Rosemary's Notes What is Pentecost? Grandma's song Wait a little longer, please Jesus Uncle Lacy (and my brother, June, too) Gladys: Safe in the arms of Jesus Memories of Blue River Long cold winter of 1935-36 The little errand girl, part 1 The Little errand girl, part 2 We decided to have church in the kitchen

That's me, Rose, at age 18, with Maam.

Yes, Maam! Remembering how my grandmother kept her house

Rosemary's Notes

Yes, Maam! Remembering how
my grandmother kept her house