Mema

I wrote about my one grandmother that I called Nana a couple weeks ago, but today I want to tell you about my Mema…my other grandmother.

In my post about Nana, I was the nurturer when I spent time with her since she lost her eyesight. Mema always took care of me. As much as I loved my Nana, I loved Mema with a different kind of love that I can’t explain. I loved it that she paid attention to me, made me snacks to eat, and played with me.

As I mentioned in my Nana story, I told you that I spent quite a lot of time with both my grandmothers. My grandfather Russ, Mema’s husband passed away very suddenly when I was 9. My other grandfather passed away when I was 4.

I remember my grandfather who I called Pa. I recall that he was one of the first real deaths that I understood. It was strange going to Mema’s house after Pa died. My dad took his father’s death very hard. They were extremely close and it was painful to watch. Mema moved to a smaller place after Pa died. I loved her upstairs and downstairs house and missed it after she moved. We used to drive by to look at it and it always looked the same.

We used to go to Mema and Pa’s house a lot for holidays and Sunday dinners. After his death, I would take a ride with my dad after work to go say hi to Mema and check to see how she was doing.My dad had tons of family members around, but he was also very close to his mother.

Saturday nights were the nights I slept over at Mema’s if I wasn’t at Nana. I was company for both of them and they babysat me…a double win for my parents I guess.

When I slept over at either of my grandmother’s houses I slept in the big bed with them. I slept on the right side at both of their places and that’s the side I’ve slept on since Marty and I got married. Side note…Marty wanted to switch sides on our 10th anniversary which I agree to for 5 years, then I told him it was ridiculous and I wanted my side back.

Mema used to go to the beauty parlor and get her hair done once a week like most women did. I loved sitting on her bed while at her dresser she would wrap her head with pink toilet paper and secure it with bobby pins when she slept. She said it helped her hair stay in all week. I guess it did because until she got a perm in the 1980s her hair always looked good to me.

I loved looking at all the pretty things on her dresser. She had a fancy mirror and brush set that was black lacquer with rhinestones. I loved her wedding ring box. I used to open and close it carefully. She always took her wedding ring off before bed because she put cream on her hands.

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Mema would rub ponds cream on her face and she would do mine too. She also would brush out my long hair. My favorite part was that she would very lightly rub my back until I fell asleep. I guess she did this when I was much younger when she babysat me at our house. The next night after my story and glass of water, I wanted my mother to rub my back the way Mema did, she told me she didn’t have time for that nonsense and to go to sleep. I know she told Mema not to get me used to stuff like that. I heard her complain to my father about it while I laying in bed. I had to maybe 4 or 5 at the time, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

When we would go to Mema’s house on Sundays for dinner I sat on the floor watching tv. I was always sitting way too close, everyone would warn me. Meanwhile, Mema was in the kitchen cooking. I never cooked with Mema, did the dishes, or even cleared the table as I did at Nana’s house or at home. It was great! It was like having a day off to just relax.

Mema was an average cook, she cooked comfort food and I liked everything she made except for her meatballs. I would ask my parents what Mema was making for Sunday dinner and when they told me spaghetti and meatballs I would cry. They had too much oregano in them and they were dry like the hamburgers that she made under the broiler. My parents told me I had to eat them, so I did.

As I got older my dad and I would stop at Mema’s by ourselves or with the other child they adopted, but usually, it was just the two of us. As soon as we would walk in she would ask if we were hungry. We really didn’t have to answer because before we knew it she was in the kitchen making us boiled ham and cheese on white bread “samiches” or my dad’s favorite bolognie and cheese samich. He called them rubber sandwiches.

Other times we would go and she would make the two of us tea and my dad coffee. We would dip Stella Dora Anisette Toast into our tea or sometimes Stella Dora Breakfast cookies. There was usually those wafer cookies that were chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. I liked the chocolate ones the best. I have Mema’s red apple cookie jar displayed proudly on the top shelf in my kitchen. Such a simple thing means so much to me!

Back to her tea, I am not really a tea drinker but when I do make a cup I made Mema tea which was light and sweet made with regular Lipton tea bags. She had these little teapot-shaped dishes to put your teabag on.

My most favorite thing of all was that Mema played cards with me at her dining room table after dinner. My parents sat in the living room watching tv while we played. We also played tic tac toe and checkers. We would play rummy, go fish or war. We played for a long time and now even as an adult I can say that I really think she liked playing with me and had fun. She and I would howl laughing at some of the things she would say about the cards she was dealt. She did it not out of obligation, and I never once had to ask her if she wanted to play with me. It was her idea and she did it because she wanted to. I could feel that even when I was little.

When I got old enough to drive I would pop in every once in a while to say hi, had a ham and cheese “samich” and a Stella Dora for the road. When I started dating Marty he would go with me. When we moved to Vermont after we got married, we would stop from time to time and visit with her when we came back to Jersey.

I used to go to NJ with Noah when he was little by ourselves. I was a stay-at-home mom and Marty worked a lot so I would go down and visit my parents and Mema. Noah remembers the two of them and playing a game with sponge balls tossing them back and forth to each other. Sam got to visit her as well, but I don’t think he remembers her.

I checked in on her more often after my dad passed away since I was in NJ at least every other week to be with my mother. Mema took my dad’s death hard. I never remembered seeing her cry at his funeral, but I had my head so far up my own ass with my own grief maybe I just didn’t notice. She was stoic and quiet, it was heartbreaking because that wasn’t who she was. She told me a year later that you never get over the death of your child. So sad. I had two children and couldn’t even think about it.

From the time I was very little until I was a grown woman with my own children, I will always remember how she kissed me goodbye. “Go give Mema a kiss goodbye” my parents would tell me. Like they had to tell me? I loved her goodbye kisses. She would take my face in her hands and kiss me on one cheek about 10 times going mmm mmm mmm mmm. When I saw her do this with my boys it made me so happy they got Mema kisses too.

When I think back all I can remember is that Mema was genuinely nice to me. I think we really enjoyed each other’s company. I was her first grandchild and she treated me like I was special. What she and I had was more than special. I am very lucky to have had her as a part of my life. Ok, I have to go wipe my eyes and blow my nose now.