Since my sister passed, I’ve decided I needed to share family stories.
When I was a child/ teenager, our family would go to my grandpa’s sister’s house; aka the Farm. We would have potluck dinners with my grandpa’s family. The potluck dinners often had Aunt Janet’s baked goods, white salad, deviled and a tray of pickles and olives. Aunt Janet also would have a big pitcher of sweet ice tea.
One night, my grandma brought a crock pot full of yummy food to the potluck. It was one of those round crock pot. The lid was held on by two rubber bands. When grandma brought in the crock pot, I noticed one of the rubber bands had broke. So I announced loudly in the presence of all of my family, “grandma, the rubber broke.”
Then I realized what I said.
I retracked my words and told her that the rubber band broke holding the lid onto the crock pot had broke.
That is the day I told my grandma that the rubber broke.