There are many things I could ask for this year: a photograph of my great-grandfather; a copy of my great-great-grandmother’s naturalization record; or the money to buy back my family’s bar in Dunkirk before it’s torn down next year. (And I could definitely use an elf’s help to organize my family photos and documents!) Every holiday season, though, I’m reminded of two things that are missing on Christmas Eve: my paternal grandmother, and her fantastic fudge.
I haven’t shared my paternal grandmother’s story here before, and I doubt I ever will; she passed away when I was a young girl, and although it’s been over a decade since her passing, we all feel her loss every day–especially during the holidays. Grandma Glenna was strong and courageous and brave; she took care of everyone who needed help and spent the last few years of her life doting on her five grandchildren. She was beautiful and kind and perfect in every way, and if I can grow into one tenth of the woman she was, I’ll be very fortunate–and an incredible human being.
One of my favorite memories with my grandmother was the time she made her famous fudge recipe. She had spent all day helping me “help” her make the fudge, and we had finally gotten it into the pan and had set it on the stovetop to cool. That’s when the doorbell rang, and she left the room to get something for the person on the porch; perhaps her checkbook or a pen to sign for a delivery, I couldn’t say. While she was upstairs, I grabbed a handful of fudge from the middle of the pan, stuffed my cheeks full and ran to answer the door–and then stood in the open door, unable to talk. Grandma Glenna turned the corner and had quite a laugh!
It really was good fudge, but we’ve never been able to find the recipe among her belongings; it has left me wondering whether she even wrote it down to begin with, or if she simply knew the recipe by heart. My mother and I have tried to recreate the recipe many times over the years, as well, but we haven’t quite gotten it. Genea-Santa, all I want for Christmas is Grandma Glenna’s fudge recipe, a little piece of that memory to keep close. If I can’t have my grandmother back, the recipe would be a wonderful gift this year.
All the best this holiday season,