This morning I was on the phone with my mother and father talking about upcoming Shrove Tuesday and somehow I got on the subject of my irish Grandmother's admonition to me to always cut a cross into your breads.

My father was on the line and he laughed remembering the same thing but my mother said we were both nuts that my Grandmother never told us any such thing. Not sure how she'd know since it wasn't HER mother.. but.. I then launched into the story about the Great fall from heaven and the orgin of Fairies and how they are just this side of evil and again, my Dad laughed and agreed with the memory even adding to it. My mother thinks we're liars and that we read it in a book.

This is her typcial response whenever I exhibit too much being my Father's daughter. She doesn't remember these stories because nobody ever told them to her and why would they? Grandparents don't need to pass these stories down to grandchildren through their son or daughter-in-law!

ahh.. my mother can be grumpy about things and one of them is my dad's family.


At any rate, Dad remembers it the same exact way plus a few other things for good measure. It was an amusing conversation. I still haven't gotten my mother's mom's recipe for dark gingerbread baked in a coffee can and I don't think I ever will!