Throughout my younger years I always had the opportunity to have many visits with my grandparents.  Some of my favorite memories of being a child are the times I got to spend with my grandparents.  My grandmother made the greatest toast that I have ever eaten.  We call it Rykse’s Toast.  Those of you familiar with the area know of the restaurant Rykse’s.  Well, I always thought that the toasts name was “Rykses”, that’s what my grandmother referred to it as.  Every morning I woke up, my grandmother would make me two slices of Rykse’s toast with butter and peanut butter.  It was the greatest toast I ever had.  The sad thing was that I could never duplicate that great taste that my grandmother could produce.  I made my mom buy the same peanut butter, butter, and Rykse’s bread, but still could not make the toast the same way that my grandmother could.  Even when my grandmother came to visit us in Detroit she could make that same great toast that she makes in Kalamazoo. 

It took me many years to figure out that it was not the ingrediants used or the brand of toaster; it was the person making it, my Grandmother Patricia Anderson.  It was the love that made that toast so great; not the bread, butter, or peanut butter.  I alaways believed she made it special for me as she had done so many things for all of her grandchildren that were special to them.  Grandma was a loving, generous, caring and supportive woman that loved her husband, children, grand children, and great grandchildren.

I will miss my grandmother and embrace all of the times that I had with her.  She has a special place in my heart, even though I almost took her out when I hit a home run ball into her chair at a baseball game she was watching me play.  But then again, I told her I was going to hit a home run for her.

Submitted by John Pickell IV

March 2010