Pandemic 2020

It has been awhile since I have blogged. The internet suggests children keep a journal, as we are part of history. I agree. So here it goes. It has been two weeks since my life was forever changed.

One day in Esther’s kitchen, my grandmother told me a story while we were making pizza. My grandmother would make the best homemade pizza you could imagine- unless you had an Italian grandmother.

Her pizza pans were so old and totally disgusting. I probably asked her why she didn’t get new ones.
I can hear her to this day, “Becky Kay, those pizza pans were saved. You see the world was at war and they were asking everyone for metal. Scrap donations for World War II. And I hid those old pizza pans. Those pans are very important. There was a time where the Nation came together and helped each other. I hope that time never comes again. It was a tough time.” And we went about making pizza.

Now I cannot remember if she saved the pans or her mother saved the pans. I am sure I have a family member out there who remembers the story as I was probably 14 at the time. But it was a really big deal to have any type of metal in your home.

COMMENT: “Your Grandma hid them under her mattress and took them out at night to sleep.” Fred Fisher- Facebook 03/22/2020

“I MEAN IMAGE REMOVING YOUR METAL FENCE FOR A SCRAP DRIVE. I CAN’T... IT COST US A FORTUNE!!!”

I do not think she was scolding me. I think she was showing me ugly things can be precious and have a story. Maybe the message was my grandparents survived a World War and my family can survive a Pandemic. That my brother posted he needed paper towels and I made sure I gave him two rolls this morning. Pictures of empty selves of the grocery store are scary. Entering the grocery store is so different. I never thought my brother would post me a picture of him waiting in a line to get inside a grocery store.

Today the plan was for the whole family to be here. Uncle Charley in town. Grandma’s Pizza on the table. Little by little it fell apart.

Not being able to hug my dad on his 72nd birthday. Heart breaking. Having a birthday celebration, in the rain, 6 feet apart and not in the house, without a meal or a cake- one for the record books but still together, Grateful.

I have never been one to watch the news but lately I cannot seem to turn it off.

Rebecca

-Social Distance Picture due to my parents being in their 70’s and I am still working.