This heart-warming story was sent to us this week by a new subscriber:
YEARS ago President Gerald Ford would come to Grand Rapids and go to my grandparents home in Rockford, Michigan. Ford, at that time, presided over the worst economy since the great depression, but that didn't mean he didn't care about small business and the impact on the family. Ford often called on my grandfather for intel on agriculture, farming, family farms, and small business. He'd ask my grandfather to invite local businessmen and farmers to speak to him. No matter the party or view, Ford respected all who came to talk with him and he would sit and listen. My grandmother, easing any tension, asking, "would you like a fresh donut and coffee?" My grandmother always made homemade donuts and cream filled long johns. They were a Ford favorite. Later, when President Ford would "pop in" ... the secret service LOVED her donuts and asked her for the recipe and lessons on how to make them. Nothing beat a warm donut, tossed in sugar and spice. So, while Ford was in the dining room, the staff would 'wait in the kitchen', help cut donuts and get cooking lessons. Many times she'd attempt to make a healthy lunch, but they'd always request donuts!  After their meeting, they would always leave with a 'care package' that contained DOZENS of donuts. Anytime Ford was scheduled to come to Grand Rapids, his staff would ask if they were going to the Squires residence (a favorite assignment). I still have her donut cutter and the recipe. She was a phenomenal cook, and I've mastered many of her recipes, but no one has mastered her donuts and no one makes them like she did.  I have letters from President Ford showing great appreciation for the open and honest conversations that took place in that dining room. He appreciated honest feedback and vital information on how DC impacted the small businessman and America's agriculture (no mention of the donuts, though). Amazing what a fresh, warm, homemade donut can do. Â
-C. Squires
one of my favorite stories of the project!
Jim,
Thanks for the opportunity to share...
That donut cutter belonged to my Great Great Grandma Kellogg.... Another story! :)