Potato Chips in the Dryer? Heartwarming Thursday

by Jill Kemerer

I’ve been reminiscing lately, and I have to share some of my favorite memories.

My great aunt Elsie was a special lady. She was my maternal grandmother’s sister, and she and Uncle Al didn’t have children. They lived in a tiny home on a city street. She kept that house spotless. Sometimes they’d have an informal party on New Year’s Day.

Us “kids” (we were teens at the time) would gather in her galley kitchen around her small round table. She’d be so excited to bring out snacks, which was the sweetest thing! Our eyes grew round as we tracked her movements.

Things got weird…


Why is Aunt Elsie opening the dryer?

Wait…is she pulling out potato chips and cheese puffs?


But why are there potato chips in her dryer??

She’d set the bags of chips on the table and open the back door next to the kitchen to pick up trays of plastic-wrapped cookies thawing on the stoop.

Why were there cookies on the stoop? Well, she baked in advance–as many of us do–and she didn’t have room on the counters to thaw them out, so she kept them on the porch the day of the party. And as for the chips? She didn’t have cupboard space to keep large bags of snacks, so she improvised.

We got such a kick out of her storage skills, and we always loved eating those chips straight out of the dryer along with cold cookies she baked herself.

I miss my great aunt, but I’m sure glad I have such fond memories.

What memories bring a smile to your face this time of year?

Have a wonderful day!


About JillKemerer

I write inspirational romance novels for Harlequin Love Inspired.

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