My  Grandfather met My grandma, Pearl Rose, during the great depression in Buffalo, New York. My grandpa Arthur joined the war just after his 18th birthday in 1942. They fell in love before he left and exchanged gifts to remember each other in case anything happened. He gave her a promise ring and she gave him a photo of herself to carry around with him on his travels. After he left, he went MIA for multiple years. At this point, the loss of contact led my grandmother to believe he was dead or never coming back. So she returned the promise ring to his mother in buffalo. Once he came back after being discharged as captain on March 11th, 1947, he found her and returned her ring. They got married on September 4, 1948, and had 5 kids together.  This cookbook was put together by my Uncle Roy and grandmother after my grandfather died. One was given the each of the children. It consists of stories, recipes, and advice for the generations to come. I have been enjoying my Grandma Kitty’s recipes since I was born, at every holiday and family dinner. My grandparents left some wise advice in the first 8 pages of the cookbook. Some of which include “ Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” “Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill” and finally “If all else fails, read the directions!” The recipes may be a little dated and page a little weathered but I am so grateful for my grandparents and their traditions, my life would look very different without them.
 

– Trinity

Relationship:  Grandchild of im/migrant Grandchild of im/migrant