Robert, you mentioned your grandma saucering her coffee. My dad ALWAYS did that. He would put the cream and sugar in his coffee, then pour the coffee into his saucer to cool it off. We didn't use mugs in those days.I never knew my grandparents, they died long before I was even thought about, on b oth sides of the family.Emma > From: dback1935@msn.com > To: memory-lane@rootsweb.com > Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2011 16:35:57 -0700 > Subject: Re: [ML] Liver and lights at Ma's... > > > I was only 2 years old when my dad's mother died. My older siblings thought I should have remembered her but I didn't. I guess she did not make much of an impression on me. My mother's mother, however, lived to the age of 83. I was 21 years old when she died and I remember her well. She would come and spend Winter & Spring with us in Little Rock, AR. She baked nearly every day while she was with us. The house always smelled of freshly baked bread, biscuits, cinamon rolls, or some kind of pie. I can still see her in my minds eye kneading dough with flour up to her elbows. She didn't like to have any of us kids in the kitchen when she was baking. If we went in she would shoo us out and tell us to come back later. If we wanted a glass of water she would bring it to us when she got to a stopping place. She was the first person I ever saw saucer her coffee. > > Robert E Paty, Scottsdale, AZ aka Mad Hatter > > >

Guess I was real lucky to have had all my grandparents until I was married and had all my children. I also had all four great-grandfather's and they would pour the hot tea or coffee into the deep saucer their cup fit in-a sip the cooled liquid---the most interesting was my g.grandfather Peter, he was red headed and Irish-he had a huge handlebar moustache-he always had a napkin to dry the moustache after he drank-it was waxed and stiff as can be! I remember the cups as off white and quite large with a good size handle and deep saucer. Another of my great-grandfathers never ate a big meal at night-he always had "milk toast" toast mashed up with warm butter milk poured over it-he ate a big breakfast and the noon meal was called dinner and was his main meal of the day. I love hearing all of peoples memories-such wonderful things to remember and talk about! Helen

Been thinking about my grandmothers drinking habits as they use to tell us. She never ever put her elbows on the table at a meal. Sat very erect on edge of kitchen chair drinking coffee or tea. Think it is the French that sit that way. She also pored some in a saucer to drink. But the real real reason we watched her was because she did not have any teeth and we could not figure out where they went to. Dumb kids huh? But thats how you learn Viola.