By Amy Goodman and Alex DobuzinskisOctober 19, 2017 10:23amWhen I was a kid, my mom would take me to my grandmother’s house in Brooklyn.
She used to cook.
She made me a plate of ham with ham, peppers, and onions and a tomato sauce.
It was just so good, and I loved it.
My grandma always told me that she loved to bake and bake and cook.
We didn’t have a television or radio, so I would listen to her.
We had to be careful because we weren’t supposed to eat while we were watching.
It’s hard to tell.
But my grandma always said she loved baking.
I loved to make my own cookies, and we had a whole house with the oven.
But we would always make our own cookies because they were the best cookies.
I remember when I was younger, my dad was an artist.
He would come in every weekend and paint a whole wall.
We would go over there and see him and see how he painted.
My dad had a great way of talking.
He’d say, “How are you today?
I just painted my whole wall.”
My grandma would always say, you need to do what I say.
And then I remember, that was when I started to make myself feel comfortable in the world.
My mother always said, “Your parents love you, don’t make yourself feel bad.”
She would say, You can be what you want to be.
I would always tell her that I’m not going to be what she wants me to be, but I will be what I am.
My grandma would say I should just focus on being myself.
She would tell me that when she was young, she went to a movie.
She went to see a movie, and then she went home and went to sleep.
She had a cold.
She was in her room and I didn’t know what was wrong with her.
She would look at me and say, I’m fine.
I think she was afraid of how bad it would be if I stayed up all night.
I just looked at her and said, I’ll sleep until tomorrow.
She’d say that my mom was so beautiful and she was so good.
She’d tell me, She was so wonderful.
She just loved me.
I always wondered, How did she get so great?
My mom would say that she had a really good mind.
She worked really hard and she loved her kids.
She loved her grandchildren.
She always said I’m just good at what I do.
She’s not going into this to be an artist, but to be her.
My mother was a teacher.
She taught English, French, and Spanish.
My mom taught English.
She also worked really, really hard.
She liked to make her own things and she liked to have things that she wanted.
She did everything she could to make things that were nice and easy.
She got really, very good at that.
When she was a little girl, she was just like, My mother’s a great person.
My grandmother would say she was very smart and she had great ideas.
She said she could think of anything.
She said that I always liked to go to school, so she would come with me.
My brother and I would sit in the back of the class.
My teacher would always be very, very nice to us.
My sister would always sit in our lap and my mom always sat on the front, too.
She knew what was going on.
My little brother and me would always have to sit there.
My teachers always had to have their back to us, so that we could sit together.
My class would always come out in a group.
My English teacher would tell us to do the little thing in front of the teacher, but she would always put her back to the back.
My mom taught us how to sew.
My father taught us to make clothes.
She didn’t like to teach sewing, so he always taught us things like to put things in the dishwasher.
My aunt would say her favorite was to make chocolate bars.
My uncle would say his favorite was chocolate cake.
My brothers’ favorite was a sandwich.
I remember going to a restaurant and my mother would always give me a sandwich with a chocolate bar on it.
My cousins would make me a cheesecake.
My grandfather always made us cookies.
My great aunt would always go to a chocolate store.
My grandpa would always cook us cookies and he’d tell us not to make too many of them.
My great aunt was the cook.
My favorite part of my life is that I can tell you that my grandma used to make everything.
My family would go to our grandmother’s for dinner and she would bring us our dinner, and she’d say she made all the things, too, my great aunt.
My mum was always the cook and my grandma was always in charge.