We spent most Sundays at the house on Lafayette, arriving after Mass and not leaving until dark. But even before she kept her overnight bag ready to go in case there was a babysitting emergency, she was quite the feminist. She owned her own car in Quincy and was seen driving all around the town on some errand or adventure. She often drove the nuns to O'Fallon following the Red Bud highway.
As a young woman she worked as a seamstress, later she worked at a drug store and then she took on the operation of St. Margaret's school cafeteria. A short time after she retired, she was back working for the "Priestezes." They constantly told her how delicious her dinners were. The priests at Epiphany loved the way she kept their favorite foods apart from the others which gave rise to her infamous label "Father Meyer's Honey." Father Meyer must have had a special place in his heart (or tummy) for Grandma because he enticed her to follow him to a total of three parishes.
Looking back, I never saw a cookbook in her kitchen or one on how to entertain, but anyone that spent an evening in her home or ate a meal at her table knew she had a gift for both.
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