Well if you don't care, I don't care!

I hope you don't mind, but again I'm talking about my paternal grandmother. As I said in my last post, she was quite the baker. My favorite recipe was her chocolate chip cookies but there were others I was quite fond of as well. Her recipe makes 12 dozen and while all of the ingredients can be cut in half making a half batch they don't taste the same.

My father recently mentioned that when you have five kids 12 dozen cookies didn't last long anyway. Plus when the neighborhood kids learned to answer yes instead of I don't care when my grandma offered them a cookie they were gone quicker yet. It reminded me of one of my favorite stories that was told by my mom.

After my father proposed my mom, who was from Detroit, came to Clare to meet my dad's family. She stayed at their house for a week. My grandmother sold Avon and would be on the road during the day. Upon rising in the morning my mother would go to my aunt and uncle's house down street and help my aunt with her babies. One morning my grandmother didn't have appointments until later in the day so she was at the house when my mother got up.

My grandmother had a tray of her famous homemade cookies on the counter. She picked it up and took it over to my mother and asked if she would like a cookie. My mother was bashful and didn't want to seem greedy so she responded with I don't care. Well, before my mother's hand could reach a cookie my grandmother spun around, tray in hand, and said Well if you don't care, I don't care. My mother never did get a cookie that day but she never answered I don't care again. It was always yes please and it was rarely no thank you (especially about the cookies!)


Lesson learned, if you want something --- care about it enough to say YES when if's offered to you. You never know if it will be offered again.