Grandma Katie Tschetter, Baker
Aunt Viola, left; Grandma, right
After Grandpa was gone, Grandma Tschetter made regular visits to her children and grandchildren. Everyone loved to see Grandma coming because the freezer would be full of buns, bread, cinnamon rolls, donuts, and dumplings she pronounced "shootincufflin." Every day the same. Rise and shine. As grandma gave orders in her thick German accent, family scrambled to keep pace. "Vi, flour!" "Carol, pan!" "Kathy, "flieshmogeze!" After dough was rising and first rolls still hot, time for mid-morning coffee break. Then back to work. More orders. Bagging buns and bread and rolls. Then lunch time. Afternoon was time to wrap up. "Shootincufflin" for supper. Everyone worn out keeping up with grandma.
Once Grandma sent me to the store for "flieshmogeze." The grocer was bewildered. Grandma was not happy when I returned empty-handed. I took her back to the store. She marched us straight to the cooler where she grabbed it and held it high. Shaking the packets of "Fleischmann's Yeast" toward my nose, she proudly announced "flieshmogeze."
Some people pack extra clothes. Grandma packed her noodle maker
for all visits.
