She would always make me loads of them during the family holidays.
Grandma Bailey's philosophy was: She said I could eat some before dinner, "as long as I didn't ruin my appetite for dinner."
Heck as a teenager, I could eat a hundred, never get full, and also be hungry come dinner time!
Don't threaten me with a good time.
So it meant a lot when I got this Grandma cookie jar after her passing:
Reminds me of her and her undying love for me. Even tho I wasn't a blood grand daughter, she always treated me as such.
My first funeral was hers. And I could not stop crying enough to speak, when they asked if anyone had thoughts or memories to share. I so wish I could go back and say something now in that church in Santa Rosa, Texas that day.
I love you Grandma Bailey!
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