Some things are certain: long hours, hard work, and that my grandma's tenderloins are the best in the state. My grandparents owned a restaurant in Meadville, a small town outside Chillicathe on 36 highway. My folks and I would go down there every month or so, and I LOVED helping grandma and grandpa when I could, even if it was doing dishes or helping out on the farm (what little I could do). I remember going to the restaurant and picking walnuts off a tree in back for grandma and grandpa. What they did with them, I'm not sure (probably just threw them away), but I recall them making a sign that said their grandson was selling freshly picked walnuts... for $1 each. Yeah so I wasn't quite the businessman back then, and even though my grandpa was my only customer, everyone thought it was pretty funny. Some tried to haggle, but my prices were firm.
By Chris Cobb
Special to The Star
I think my fondest memory of visiting grandma and grandpa in Meadville was when I got my first fishing rod. One of their regular customers knew I was staying with them for a few days and got me my first fishing rod. It was covered with Disney stuff (I was like 6 at the time) and grandpa took me fishing. I don't think I caught anything, but that's not the point of the story. My grandparents customer, someone I met maybe once before, got me a present. Not because he felt like he had to, not because my grandparents told him to, but because I was being accepted into a community.
For those of you wondering, yes she does still make the best tenderloins in the world.
Chris Cobb, Kansas City