Alzheimer's Daughter

The Story

Alzheimer’s Daughter introduces the reader to my healthy parents, Ed and Ibby, years before their diagnosis, then recounts painful details as our roles reversed and I became my parents’ parent.

Their disease started as translucent, confused thoughts and ended in a locked memory care unit after a near decade of descent into the opaque world of Alzheimer's.

I began writing Alzheimer’s Daughter one week after my mother's death––when I was stunned, realizing Dad had no memory of her or their 66-year marriage.

I write to pay tribute to the undying spirit at Ed and Ibby's core, and with the hope that the story of their parallel decline might be helpful to others.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Mom's Apple Pie

My mother wrote this letter to my dad in 1942, a year before their marriage, while they were separated during WWII.

My Dearest Ed,
Our love has grown during our separation. Our life together is my constant thought.  
Your faith is so strong and sure. You are such an optimist about the war ending soon. 
You are so good to me––so considerate, kind, thoughtful. It just seems as if I could thoroughly enjoy cooking, washing, mending, cleaning, baking and doing all the other things a devoted wife does for a prince of a man like you.
I love you, yours forever,

Mom's words at the end of the letter sound contrary to a woman's role in today's marriages, but she kept up her end of the bargain, and did enjoy cooking and baking; washing, mending, and cleaning, not as much.

During most of the 37 years of my own marriage, I haven't enjoyed cooking and baking. Truth be told, during the years I worked full time and my children were involved in after school commitments they consumed their share of fish sticks, hotdogs, and our family favorite––peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

In the two years since my retirement, my kitchen and I have become better friends. My favorite home-made comfort food is Mom's apple pie. If you have five apples, you can make pie. All of the other ingredients are in your pantry.


  • Peel and slice five apples (any kind, mixed varieties make the best pie)
  • Add 1/2 cup sugar to apples
  • Add 2 tablespoons flour to apples
  • Sprinkle with cinnamon if desired.
Stir this mixture and let rest while you make crust. 

In a small bowl combine,
  • One cup plus two tablespoons flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/3 cup oil (this can be any kind––corn, canola, even olive oil)
  • Two tablespoons water

Stir the above ingredients together with a fork until they're crumbly. Form the mixture into a ball with your hands. Lay a piece of waxed paper on your counter and flatten the crust ball on the paper. Lay another piece of waxed paper on top of the flattened crust ball. Use a rolling pin to flatten the crust ball (still squashed between the two pieces of waxed paper) to the approximate dimensions of pie pan. Peel off top piece of paper, and (here's the tricky part) turn the crust over––like you're flipping it upside down, into the pie pan with remaining bottom piece of waxed paper now on top. Now that your crust is in the pie pan, with the bottom piece of waxed paper now on the top, carefully peel off the last piece of waxed paper.

Pour your delicious, juicy filling into the pie crust. Dot with butter.

Repeat crust procedure for the top crust. Pinch edges. Sprinkle the top with a teaspoon of sugar and cut vents in the top of crust.

Bake at 350 degrees for one hour. Then enjoy!! (It's best if it's eaten while still warm enough to melt a scoop of vanilla ice cream.)

When I put my pies together I always think about the "yummy" it will elicit from my recipients, while wondering just how many pies my mom made in her 66 year marriage. I don't think I can match her number. She had a head start.

Baking a pie is an act of love. Thanks Mom.

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