Today’s post is courtesy of Sherry Massey, who is generously sharing memories of her precious Nanny with us, along with her Oatmeal Pie. Thank you so much, Sherry. I know the rest of the Southern Plate Family will enjoy this post as much as I did. Gratefully, Christy
I didn’t see my grandmother, Audrey May Cox, often as a child. My sister and I spent one week each summer with her and we visited briefly a few other times during the year, holidays and such.
There are so many things I remember fondly about those summers. Lots of time to play with cousins, sitting at her red 1950s dinette table, running my hands over the lovely wood of the armoire that sat in the hall, listening to her clock chime on the hour and sleeping with the windows open – something we didn’t do in the city with central air conditioning. She made for each of us grandkids – her little chickens, as she called us – a Dutch Doll quilt top and a crochet throw. I still have both.
One weekend, after I was grown and no longer living with my parents, we had all gathered at Nanny and Granddaddy’s house. She had made oatmeal pie, one of my favorite desserts and I asked her if I could copy the recipe. I’ll never forget her words, “Here honey, just take this, I can make it from memory.” She handed me a heavily creased and just a little stained piece of notebook paper with the recipe written in her own hand. I still have that, too. I’ve made that pie time and again over the years and always get rave reviews from friends enjoying it for the first time.
When I pull out Nanny’s recipe, summer memories come flooding back and I see her soft smile and hear her voice one more time.