Fish and Shellfish

My Baptist grandma was something else. I would stay with her and grandpa when my parents were going to every classs TJC and ETSU offered on Saturday and nights. Where my grandpa could see no wrong in me, my grandma knew everything I did, everything I didn't do, everything I said, everything I didn't say, you get the picture. I could do no right, for you see, somebody had to balance grandpa. When I was a toddler, I would stand up beside her as she drove down the road so whenever I fell downon the seat fast asleep one day she thought I was dead.. She would tell that story over and over. I had scared her to death. Then there was the time I said a bad word in front of all her ladies in the car pool to work and I had to apologize to them all for saying something like dern or darn. mild by today's words. Grandma was the best cook and anytime I ate anything tasty, I ate it at her house first. Like King Ranch Chicken,Italian Creme Cake, all those kinds of meals. so you can understand my feelings whenever one of the last times I saw her( before she went into the nursing home,) she asked me of all people to show her how to make Earthquake cake. I remember the time we all went down to the pond and Amber laid her fishing pole down on the ground. She was about 4 or 5. Well we were catching catfish right and left. Before we knew it we had 14 large catfish out of daddy's pond. But in the meantime we lost Amber's fishing pole. A fish had pulled it into the pond come to find out because Grandma caught another fish and started reeling in the pole bringing in the lost pole with a fish on the line. So she caught 2 for the price of one. That evening we skinned catfish forever it seemed but it was so fun telling the story over and over again.My grandma could laugh out loud. Then there was the time she went into the wrong house at Hide Away Lake to help prepare a meal for a family who had lost someone. She just let herself in to the wrong house and preceeded to take over the unoccupied kitchen before she realized she was in the wrong place. She could get herself in more comical situations so innocently, just like I Love Lucy but it wasn't on purpose. As I was growing up, she was the grandparent I had the hardest time with but she lived 10 years longer than my other grandparents and I grew closer to her during that time. She was a mess.