Lacey, Mom, Me, Dad, and Grandma Davis, 1997
We all had a special someone or someone’s on our minds and hearts on Memorial Day and for me, that was my Grandma Davis, my paternal Grandmother.
Grandma and Grandpa Davis with their eight children. My Dad (front middle) was the surprise, born when Grandma was 45 and most of the other children were grown.
As a kid, I remember being annoyed when she telephoned because she would talk our ears off and at that age, I didn’t have the patience for it. I remember listening to stories from her childhood while visiting her, often wishing I was outdoors playing instead. I now wish I could do those years over and spend the time with her that she craved and that I long for now that it is too late.
Grandma (left) and a friend in 1961
I want to ask her what life was like during her childhood, during the Depression, and how she felt the first time she rode in a car. (She was born in 1904.) I want to hear more about the years when they had a farm and ranch in Nebraska and she cooked for all the ranch hands. I vaguely recall a story she told me about stuffing mattresses with human hair, and now I burn with curiosity about it. Was it hair from concentration camp victims during World War II? Why was she stuffing mattresses with it? I think I remember her saying that the government was letting poor people do it for free so they had something to sleep on. Could this really be true? At the time, all that really made an impression was the way she pronounced mattresses. How sad, when obviously there was quite a compelling story there if I’d just had the interest to ask.
In Grandma Davis's arms the week of my birth, with Grandma Millner on my left and cousin Tammy on my right.
There were a few stories she told that did pique my interest, and they were usually the ones in which she was being ornery or rebellious. I guess I held her up as a hero for these instances, like when she set her mother’s kitchen on fire as a child because she didn’t like the new curtains. I thought that was brilliant, because I would have loved to take revenge on my mother for all manner of wrongs (mostly imagined) that she committed against me. I also loved the story of how she punched her future husband when he tried to be a gentleman and pick her up and carry her over a puddle. She was indignant because she was a self-sufficient woman that could walk over the puddle on her own two feet and didn’t need a man to show off for her in such a silly manner. That really tickled me! Or the story about when she punched him years later when she thought he was asleep, (apparently she had waited for this moment to punch him because he had made her mad!) and he bit her thumb when the punch landed. Or the time when she found him gambling with his friends and started throwing rocks at them in a fury.
Meeting my Great-Grandma Gailey. Looks like we don't quite know what to make of each other! Grandma Davis, her daughter, is behind her and my Mom is holding me.
I guess my Grandma was a feisty lady! But she also was incredibly loving. She cried every time it was time for me and my sisters to go home and she loved having us stay with her. Although I had no patience for her stories, I loved staying with her too because she let us watch all the TV we wanted, she always had tins of cookies and peanut butter crackers that I liked to sneak into, and I loved her cooking! She made us things like pigs in blankets, macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, and let us have angel food cake with whipped cream for dessert. This was AMAZING food to a child that frequently dined on baked fish, plain salads (dressing was a no-no), lentils, and tofu sandwiches on Ezekiel 7-grain bread.
Grandma's yard in the 80s. Can you find the wind catcher she made out of a 7-up bottle?
Here it is, as clear as I can get it. She used to make a lot of these.
One of the things Grandma Davis taught me was not to waste anything, and that almost everything can be put to use. She made rugs out of empty plastic bread sacks. She made quilts out of old jeans. She took empty 2-liter pop bottles and turned them into hanging ornaments that caught the wind and turned on her front porch. She also taught me to make little cinnamon roll cookies with leftover pie dough, rather than throwing it away.
Photograph courtesy of Upscale Downhome. This is exactly how my grandma’s bread sack rugs looked!
Grandma made this blanket for us with old jeans. As for the identity of the naked child, I plead the fifth.
Photo source. My Grandma’s wind spinners were always made with 7-Up bottles and looked very similar to this, though she made smooth cuts instead of wavy.
I’m thankful for every story that I can still remember, and for this lesson in waste that she passed on. Sure, it can get me into trouble, because I tend to hoard things (for starters, I have a sack full of clean, empty food jars in my basement, waiting for an opportunity to be useful), but when it comes to these cookies, I feel the lesson is a blessing!
These cookies are delicious and so simple to make. Flaky, buttery pie pastry layered with cinnamon, sugar, raisins, and nuts makes for something nearly akin to a kicked up cinnamon roll, and I like to go ahead and drizzle a simple glaze over the top of mine since I keep the sugar on the inside pretty low. It makes them even more like a cinnamon roll in appearance, which I like.
I think many Grandmas taught their grandchildren to make these cookies, though my Grandma’s way seems to be a little different from the other recipes I’ve seen online. Those call for cinnamon and sugar only, but that’s not the way Grandma Davis rolled (if you’ll pardon the pun). She sprinkled on the raisins and nuts too! Maybe it’s only because it’s the way my Grandma made them, but it’s the way I like them best.
Cinnamon Roll Pie Crust Cookies
Printable recipe
Printable recipe with picture
Leftover pie pastry (I recommend this recipe–it stays tender and flaky, even after gathering up the scraps, pressing together and re-rolling)
Sugar
Cinnamon
Raisins
Nuts
Powdered sugar & milk for optional glaze
Gather up your pie dough scraps and press together to form a new ball and flatten into a disc. Wrap in plastic wrap and place in refrigerator until ready to use. If you aren’t making the cookies for a day or two, you’ll want to remove the pie dough from the refrigerator and leave at room temperature for half an hour to an hour so that it is soft enough to roll out.
Preheat oven to 375. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper, a silpat mat, or spray with cooking oil.
Roll out the leftover pie pastry on a floured surface.
Sprinkle sugar over the top. This amount won’t make the cookies very sweet, but that’s OK if you plan on using a glaze. If you’re skipping the glaze, you’ll probably want more sugar.
Sprinkle on the cinnamon!
You could stop there, but I like to add some raisins and nuts, because Grandma said so. And Grandma knows best.
Roll into a tight log, like so:
I didn’t get any pictures of this because my hands were busy doing this step, but use a piece of waxed floss to cut 1/2″ cookies from the log. To do this, run the floss under the log, then cross the ends of the string over the top, and pull the ends in opposite directions until the string passes through and makes a cut. This will be messy and you’ll have nuts and raisins popping out which you can then pop back in before placing on prepared baking sheet. Some of the cookies will have to be rewrapped completely, especially those on the end that are smaller. Place all the cut cookies on the baking sheet. I like to use parchment paper, but would like to get a silpat mat soon since it’s reusable.
Bake for 15-20 minutes, depending on the size of your cookies. Cool on a wire rack. I just slid the entire sheet of parchment paper off the cookie sheet and onto a cooling rack. Handy dandy.
Once cool, you can make a glaze by mixing powdered sugar with a little milk until it is a drizzling consistency. I think I used like 1/2 a cup of powdered sugar and a teaspoon or two of milk. Use a spoon to drizzle the glaze over the top.
If you aren’t serving these right away, let them sit out until the glaze hardens, then you can store them in an airtight container or Ziploc bag. Will keep for at least a week but they won’t last that long!
In loving memory of Alta Davis. 1904-2001
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My grandmother used to make these for us when we were kids. They’re really good!
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This is a wonderful post about your grandmother and the pictures add so much to it. My mother used to roll out small leftover bits of pastry and sprinkle cinnamon-sugar on them but they were never as elaborate as yours.
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What an awesome post! I know what you mean about wishing you could talk with them now. My grandma used to “annoy” us as kids with all her talk, now I wish I could talk with them and get to know them both. You just can’t appreciate their knowledge until you are an adult, sadly, then it is often too late.
As you know, I believe in the resurrection to earth rather than a heavenly hope, which is awesome as I truly believe I WILL see them again on earth and get to talk with them. Not to mention all the other people too!
Love the cookies. We are a wasteful society, your grandma was taught wisely. I so couldn’t imagine doint that with the bread things but it’s awesome!!! :)
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Your story touched my heart V…..The cookies look amazing and I too made them just like these with the raisins and nuts ( I use walnuts or pecans) I love these stories…
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What a neat cookie! I’m so cookied out, but I may have to make these anyway.
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What a beautiful ( and tasty) tribute to what must have been an amazing woman! You were lucky to have had her in your life!!!
I love the pic on the bed with the quilt made from jeans!
Its a shame that society is so wasteful today. My husbands father and my grandmother ( she is no longer with us) also lived through the depression and have that same “waste not want not” philosophy. I think it will be lost as the the generation that lived through the great depression dies off.
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I am loving how this is no longer just a cooking blog, but a blog about your memories and thoughts–because they are priceless! I love forays into the past, and the story of her punching her husband when he was asleep and him biting her thumb has me cracking up! Cracking up, I tell you! =)
I know what you mean about not having the patience to listen when you’re young–my paternal grandma used to like to talk to me but I was too young to really take interest. Now I’d give so much to have her here, and sit for hours on end drinking coffee and really hearing out all her stories.
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I absolutely LOVE old photos, yours are great. They have so much character and intrigue to them.
Your grandma sounds like a gem. Grandma’s are the best aren’t they? Mine was the world’s best. She was more than a grandmother to me. She was my best friend.
Now this recipe looks just amazing and just like all the other recipes you’ve posted, I’m tryin’ this out too. How can you go wrong with this anyway? I can tell it’s going to be a hit.
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That was a lovely post, thanks! Very touching. I love hearing old stories, looking at old pictures, soaking up the post… I think I kinda annoyed my own grandparents and great grandparents, as I was constantly asking them to tell me stories “from the old times, when you were a kid” :)
Also, I love cinnamon rolls ;)
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What a wonderful post!! I often wish I would of asked a lot of questions to my grandmother while she was still in her prime of life, but it is to late she is gone now. I did how ever get a few of her recipes, and kept them in my mind for years. Veronica, your Grandma Davis seems like a wonderful woman, and full of knowledge! Anyone that could make a rug out of plastic bags….Wow!! I love the post, the cinnamon rolls look delish. Girl, you look awfully cute with those curlers in your hair :)
~~Cheryl Davis
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Hey Love the pictures & Memories & YOU!
have a great weekend
Joan
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Your grandmother sounds absolutely amazing and I’m sure she would be so proud and honored that you shared these fabulous cookies with us!
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Your Grandmother was one of a kind. She was my grandmother’s (Agnes) sister. I loved it when she came to visit. Lots of stories and lots of good food. They had to out do each other in the kitchen. I’m going to copy this and put it with Grandma’s recipes. Thanks for posting it.
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I’m tickled pink that you found me through this blog! Nice to meet you, Marilyn! I love that we have shared memories of my Grandma but have never met. She really was one of a kind. :)
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Playing catch up today. I loved this story about your Grandma. The picture of you in curlers is adorable. I think there is one of me like that somewhere. Lol! I was lucky as far as Grandparents. I had 3 in my life until I was 41….that’s a long time. And plenty of time for me to grow up and want to hear their stories. I soaked up as much as I could. Even videoing some of it. I lost my Grandpa at 41, leaving both Grandma’s. My Grandma in FL just recently died, about a month ago. So, I only have my maternal Grandma left and she’s very frail, ever since my Grandpa (her husband) died, she’s been declining. My other Grandpa passed away before I was born. Not many people can say they had 3 living Grandparents at the age of 41, I think it’s pretty cool. They got to watch my son grow into a young adult too :)
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That’s pretty incredible! I still have my maternal Grandparents but they live in MO so I hardly ever see them. My Grandma has Alzheimers and last time she saw me she knew me, but I don’t know if she would any more. I’m sad I never asked her how to make her famous bread while she still remembered how to do it, but I did get to talk to her more than Grandma Davis and I’m thankful for that.
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you r so blessed to great such beautiful fond memories of your g-ma! i didn’t grow up with either maternal or paternal. (one lived in a different state and i saw her as many times as i can count on one hand and the other lived in a different country, and whom i never got to meet) I love the plastic sack rug. I am def gonna find out how to make one! and i love love love the nekked pic of one adorable lil girl with ROLLERS IN HER HAIR!!!! and i can attest to the wonderfulness of those cookies…(i still remember getting a sample when u brought them in one day, but i thk u left the raisins out. Still awesome!)
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I’ve never brought them to work–must be someone else with an awesoem Grandma that brought them! Yes, I am blessed, thank you for helping me focus on what I have instead of what I don’t have (more time with her). If you do make a bread sack rug, you will have to show it to me. I bet no one has made one in like 20 years!
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sorry a dyslexia showing thru in that last post… but u know what i meant!!!!!
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i thinking of the cinnamon roll cookies…. not the same thing? still AWESOME!
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I forgot I brought those. No, those are actually cookies made with sugar cookie dough, not pie crust. I like those better! And I won 1st place for them at the fair, but I can’t be too proud b/c I totally stole the recipe off of Picky Palate. :)
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WOW your cinnamon “roll up cookies” are FABULOUS looking! I’m going to have to try the raisins & nuts sprinkled on… GREAT idea! :) YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM this has been my favorite part of making pie in the past!!!!! I’d always make sure to have extra dough to make these cookies!
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I can so relate to your story. So much like mine from the beginning to the end. I can relate mostly to the pie crust cookies…but my gram made them with just cinnamon and sugar. Enjoyed your story – thanks for sharing. Stumpled on you from Google. :) Nice find.
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you had me a pie crust :-)
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