I grew up in a small steel town in Illinois near St. Louis. My grandparents lived nearby, and I spent a lot of time with them. As a child, my sister and I loved when Grandma Helen would babysit. We would make up plays and skits, and she was the perfect audience. When I would spend the night, Grandma taught me how to say the Rosary which we would say before bed. She even taught me how to say some of the prayers in Polish. She was quite the card shark and taught me how to play rummy and even pinochle. I often volunteered to help her make pierogi for Good Friday dinner. Our family’s recipe was meatless making it the perfect Lenten meal. The ingredients are simply egg, flour, salt, and cheese, but these Polish noodles were considered golden delicacies to our family members. When I was in high school, I would clean my grandma’s house on Saturday mornings. She was meticulous about how she wanted her tiny house cleaned, but she always directed me in a kind and loving way. When I was done, she paid me $2 and insisted that I took the money. Honestly, I just wanted to spend time with her, even if it was while I was vacuuming in very straight rows. She was always the best listener and made me feel like I was the most important person in the world.