Betty Schaefer and Dale Marston were students at University of Illinois as World War II was brewing on the other side of the world. She was a freshman studying home economics, he was in his second year of chemical engineering. They lived in neighboring boarding houses, and the meals for the dozen or so students were served at Betty’s. That’s where the couple met, in the old version of college dining halls, almost a sign of the many, many meals they were to share in their future.
In August 1941, Dale was called to report to the Army in Washington. He had already “pinned” Betty with his fraternity pin, essentially a sign of their engagement, but the time for a no-frills wedding came much sooner than they expected. Betty left school and the pair traveled to St. Louis, where there was no waiting period to get married. They moved east, and started their lives together on $125 month, renting a $40 apartment.
During their 71 happy years together, my grandparents raised three daughters (my mom is the youngest) and one son at their house on Williamsburg Boulevard in Arlington. He worked at the National Security Agency, breaking codes, and she was primarily a homemaker. Over all this time, they have so clearly always been in love with each other. I remember seeing my Grandpa put his hand over Grandma’s just a few months ago. Something so simple but such a testament to their lives together. They now have 10 grandchildren (9 are girls!) and 11 great-grandchildren. Babies, puppies and kittens always brought a smile to her face, no matter the state of her mind.
My grandmother died last Wednesday, after a very difficult two years that took a toll on her mind and health. She didn’t recognize most of us anymore, though her mouth would curl up into a little smile–as if to say, I knew you at one time, and I wish I could remember. Here’s the obituary I wrote to run in three newspapers. My many relatives from Colorado and North Carolina will all come together to say goodbye next weekend, and to comfort my grandfather, heartbroken after losing not just the love of his life, but his other half for longer than any of us can imagine.
For Grandma, love has always been displayed through food. She wanted to make sure everyone was well fed. Apparently the first thing she asked my father when they met was if he liked to eat. (That’s essentially the same thing my mother has asked about our boyfriends now!) When our family took a trip to New York, she questioned, “What would we eat there!”
I remember her always copying recipes from my mother’s food magazines and cookbooks in her beautiful cursive onto scraps of paper. She’d tear particularly good recipes out and pile them up in her home or make them into some type of scrapbook–just like my mom and I both do now in our modern versions with binders and sheet protectors.
Obviously the food-loving trait has successfully passed down through the Marston line. This weekend, when Aunt Susie, Uncle Tom and Aunt Annie were in town, I baked my grandmother’s Hot Milk Cake for us to eat at Grandpa’s house. The Betty Crocker recipe was something she’d whip up regularly for dessert, my mom told me. Grandpa said he’d be put in charge of mixing the custard that is layered between two round sponge cakes. It’s essentially a Boston Cream Pie with a dusting of powdered sugar instead of a chocolate glaze. My mom had texted me Wednesday, just a few hours after Grandma died, that it felt like she needed to make a hot milk cake. Besides a symbol of love, food is a source of comfort for us. Rice pudding became my dinner that night, before I traveled home, in memory of her love of desserts made with milk. She always wanted to be sure that her children received their servings of dairy! The hot milk cake turned out wonderfully, and satiated us all for the afternoon, with our memories of Grandma Betty and stories of her life, and of course, her favorite foods.
Hot Milk Cake with Cream Filling
Adapted from Betty Crocker, 1950 edition, which calls this cake by “Inexpensive Sponge Cake” but my family always knew it as Hot Milk Cake. My grandmother made two round cakes and spread a double-batch of pudding/cream filling in the center. I’ve doubled that recipe already below.
Grease and flour two 9-inch cake pans or a 13×9 pan.
Beat 4 eggs (with rotary beater, according to Betty Crocker) until very light.
Beat in 2 cups sugar, 1/2 tsp. salt, 2 tsp. flavoring (I used vanilla extract). Beat in 2 T. butter that’s been melted in 1 cup boiling hot milk.
Sift together and beat in (very quickly) 2 cups sifted cake flour and 2 tsp. baking powder.
Immediately pour into prepared pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 20-25 minutes until cake tests done. Cool.
For cream filling: In a pot, mix together 1/2 cup sugar, 2 T. cornstarch, 1 tsp. salt, 2 cups rich milk or cream. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly, for 1 minute. Remove from heat. Pour a little over 8 egg yolks, slightly beaten, while mixing to temper and not scramble the eggs. Blend mixture back into hot mixture. Cook, stirring until thick, 2 minutes. (You can also use a double boiler.) Remove from heat. Add 1 T. vanilla. Chill a few hours until cream sets.
Spread filling between the two cake layers. Enjoy!
Best served with a slice taken out, just like how Grandma always served her desserts 🙂