When I was a little girl, I would eat grapefruits at my great grandmother's house in Pennsylvania. She'd pull out the sugar jar and I'd coat mine in sugar. Then I'd dig in with my serrated spoon.
I still buy grapefruit, I still eat them with (just a little bit of) sugar, and I even have the spoon. And one of the main reasons I love them is because it makes me think of my great grandma.
Along with homemade pizza. When we'd go visit when I was little girl, she'd make us pizza from scratch at nine pm if we told her we were hungry. My sister and I would pretty much do this on every trip, because we knew my mother would tell her we didn't need it, but she'd make it for us anyway.
Or ladyfingers. Quite possibly the greatest pastry I've ever had. She made the best. THE best. Her's were actually better than the wikipedia description, because they had a sugary, cream filling.
And my crotched afghan from her. It's dirty and gross and a blend of awful colors. But I could never get rid of it. None of my other blankets compare.
Bath salts. When I smell them, I think of her guest bathroom which was full of fancy bath "stuff". We just had generic bubble bath at my house, so taking a bath in her bathroom was a special treat.
And sometimes when I catch Wheel of Fortune in the evening, she comes to mind, as I have many memories of her watching it.
I miss you Grandma Phillips and Grandpap.