Between myself and Kris, we now only have one surviving grandparent.
Meet my maternal grandmother, Jewell Evelyn...

As a rite of being the first grandchild, I had the honor of "naming" my grandmother, and so she became "Jewella".
Jewella has always been involved in our lives - visiting on holidays and special occasions, taking us to DC, introducing us to the Amish and Mennonite countrysides, cooking up some delicious meals over the years
(love, love, love, love, love her fried squash), starting and continuing our collections
(Santas and Madame Alexander dolls are two) and even housing me while I completed my 12 week internship in college. While some of these traditions continued through the last few years, a few did not. Unfortunately, Jewella lost her husband (my grandfather, Gran-Gran) to Leukemia in March of 1985. I had just turned 10 and the memories of his diagnosis, battle, and death are real. I was not old enough to completely understand, but I was old enough to
feel it. Over the years I watched my grandmother seclude herself, watched her life stop as if she should no longer live since her husband did not. She stopped traveling, stopped visiting our house, stopped the lively and social life from before and took to re-living the memories of her past life instead of making life anew. It was sad. But we all just accepted it. She couldn't be changed. She was making her own decisions and this was the way she wanted it.
Fast forward 25 years, she has now had a few strokes and gradually has needed more care, but continued to live alone, refusing any help. This past summer she fell and cracked her back, had surgery, and received rehab at an inpatient facility. It became very clear that she would no longer be able to live alone - her short term memory had suffered. Plans began to be made and the standing decision was for her to move in with my mom, almost 200 miles from her own home.
I was very supportive of this decision. After all,
Jewella deserves it. Though I was very concerned for my mom. I knew how unhappy my grandmother could be and I knew it meant my mother "giving up" her recent
(as in 2 months!!!) retirement to care for her mom and it would limit my mom's going and doing. Even with all that said,
Jewella deserves it.
Once the move was made and she got settled in, things started looking up. She now had a doctor that listened, read between the lines, and cared. She had a daughter that was fixing her meals, tending to her daily needs, and seeing that therapy was arranged. And, she had interaction with people - including her great-grandchildren
(my sister's kids live in town). Within a few weeks
(and with some medication changes) she was a different person. She is now happy - even laughing. She is now agreeable - even speaking appreciation for my mom. She is enjoying life - even traveling and spending the night out of town!
What an answer to prayer! It is not all a bed of roses, but so much better than we ever imagined.
And we are thankful!In the heart of thankfulness for Jewella and the spirit of Thanksgiving I thought I'd share a recipe of her's that is my all time fave!!! My mom would make this pie often and I loved it every single time. It is absolutely delicious when warm and just as tasty when cooled off. Enjoy :)

Jewella's Chocolate Pie
FILLING:
Butter (size of an egg, softened)
3 Egg Yolks (reserving whites for Meringue)
3/4 cup Sugar
3 tbsp Flour
3 tbsp Cocoa
1 cup Milk
1 tsp Vanilla
Pie Shell (baked)
MERINGUE:
3 Egg Whites (yolks used in filling)
6 tbsp Sugar
Cream butter and sugar.
Add egg yolks and beat well.
Mix flour and cocoa and add to above mixture.
Add milk.
Cook over low heat stirring constantly until very thick.
Add vanilla.
Pour into baked pie shell and set aside.
Beat egg whites on high until thick.
Slowly add sugar, 1 tbsp at a time.
Beat till it stands in peaks.
Pour meringue on top of pie.
Bake at 350 degrees till lightly browned.