Gram's Apple Pie (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 17, 2009

Now why did I have to go and read this....I want a Nice hot Apple Pie, and I don't have an apple to bless myself with..OK, keep it in mind for when I do..Or bless the family more to the point. Thanks Fee, always a delight. :)
Cherrypie...
PS, No Cherries in Season either, MEH!

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 15, 2009

this brings back fond memories for me Felix -- not from my grandmother's baking, but my mother's -- she let the children make little animals with the left over dough -- then she sprinkled brown sugar and cinnamon on them just before they were taken from the oven -- yum, yum -- with a glass of cold milk -- I actually thought I was a baker at one point -- silly me -- love this story -- peace and love to you -- JMW

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on March 14, 2009

The best desserts are baked with love. I like how your memories and feelings for your Grandma shine here. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on March 13, 2009

There are so many beautiful imagery in this poem that come to life with the wonders of your pen. Well-done, Fee!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 13, 2009

Ahh, Fee. You reminded me of my mom's baking and cooking expertise. Wonderfully expressed. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on March 13, 2009

Are you sure we didn't have the same gram? This brought back fond memories and smiles of secrets my Nana and I shared. Loved it.

Bobbi

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 13, 2009

This is one of my favorites Felix as I think of my special times in the kitchen with Freddy and Shelby and the secret ingredient of those twin kles. thank you for making me smile as I run around here.

Love ya face cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by Suzie Palmer

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Absolutely beautiful, gorgeous, and delicious Dear Felix!
Alive with life, this poem had me in the kitchen, visualising myself there, as I listened to a precious fairy tale!
Thank you for this bliss!!
Love, Suzie :-D
~~~ I bet you were Gram's favourite boy ~~~~ :-D

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

This is fantastic, Felix- totally publishable, you should be sending this one out. Love it! Michelle

Reviewed by Ann Marquette

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Wonderful Felix, and i can almost smell them...yum!

Reviewed by larry linville

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

With my Gram it was cream puffs! Oh, if I had one right now my blood sugar could spike.

Larry

Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

You know what Fee? Grandmas and apple pies just go good together. You've told the tale well. I remember as a child sitting in Grandma's kitchen, and whether it was apple pie or homemade buttermilk biscuits and gravy, both were sweet to me. Ah, thanks for the memories!

Lisa

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Big Smile...I remember catching the extra pastry as my Grandma cut around the pie shell..... this sure warms the heart with memories!
Hugs,
Christine

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

I remember my sister and I walking five miles to bring our Nana a Shoo-Fly-Pie...we didn't even know what it really was, we just liked the name of it and bought it for her...
She later told us she hated Shoo-Fly-Pie, but on that day, she loathed in all its flavor!

Your poem strikes the warmth of home!

Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Oh boy does this bring back many fond memories. We did not have a wood burning stove, we had a coal burning stove and a toilet with a pull chain too. Fond memories.....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Sheri Hoff

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

I can smell the pies right now. Reminds me of my grandmother-though hers were usually rhubarb picked from her garden. Made me smile. Thank you. Sheri

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

What a joyous write, reminds me of my mother in-law who makes everything from scratch and they are oh so DELISH!!!

Reviewed by Linda Zebsokey

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Sounds yummy. Very well done Fee.

Love,
Linda

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

My gram's made a pumpkin pie that made you howl with a full mouth!

Georg

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

My Gramma made the BEST apple pie. I still have her pie dish, chipped and yellowed with age. It still brings back such memories of her and the delicious smells and tastes of her kitchen. I love the poem Felix.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Darn ya, Fee, you've done made me hungry! Save some for me; I'm on my way! LOL Well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :P *drooling hungrily* LOL

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Yummy! Terrific, hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Great, now I am hungry for some of that pie...send it down to me will ya, grandma...LOL, Ed

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

How beautiful your words are sweet Fee, yummmmie how I love apple pie
stay safe and well...Hugssss

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... delicious, Fee. Beautifully penned reminiscence ... well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

Oh this was so touchingly beautiful for I have the same memories...what a delicious time in our past....thank you Fee for reminding me about Grandma...love and hugs, Bonnie

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 12, 2009

close your eyes and remember the smell of cinamon and apples baked in a wood stove...

You've got my mouth watering now, remembering back to those wondrous old days. No one bakes as good as Grandma did, and I've never been able to find any bakery, anywhere in the world, that even comes close.