I've been thinking about my Grandma. If there was ever anyone that I knew loved me as a child, other than my mom, it was my Grandma. Every day would start off with our arrival to her house. She would have hot cooked cereal for us and little tiny orange juice glasses filled with Donald Duck frozen concentrate orange juice. After breakfast, we would be off to school, my sisters and I, walking the few blocks or so together. We were welcomed home after school to a snack of cowboy cookies, or scratch chocolate pudding, or whatever she had made. She had these great little chairs that we could pull around to climb up on and watch as she worked in the kitchen.My strongest memories are of sitting by her side as she sewed in her little tiny sewing room that housed bolts of fabrics and endless thread trimmings and buttons and zippers. I would talk with her as she sewed aprons or blankets or hemmed and anything that I needed she could make for me.
As I got older I would sometimes travel with her as she went to visit her mother in a nursing home. She would pack extra bananas and fruit and as she walked down the halls of the convalescent hospital elderly in wheel chairs would seek her out and were gifted her fruits and she would greet them all. She would visit with her mom, who was ailed with Alzheimer's and frail, and she would always take her laundry home to wash it herself.
She rode a bike for exercise, cleaned her shower with bleach, always had her bed made, never seemed to be sick, didn't like ice in her drink, hung her sheets on the line outside, and loved me. I say this because she was a wonderfully perfect grandmother to me, but would never receive the accolade's that those in the spotlight receive. Her days were repetitive and full (I'm sure) and her tender hand, encouraging word, and selfless manner have greatly influenced my life. Busy with my own small children, often times the pressure of having to take on "one more thing" can feel like such a dread. I watched my Grandma take on countless "one more things"- I was one of them. I am always mindful of how fortunate I was to be loved so well by her.
5 comments:
what a beautiful tribute to your grandmother. it makes me miss my grandma. Thanks for sharing, i loved it. :)
I love our grandma!! When will you get to Boise next? I am planning a trip in August sometime. I miss her so much. You were lucky that you lived close when you were a little girl. You have inspired me to write down fond memories of her. I can't believe how many grandkids she has and I was the first! And when you were born there were only 3 others. I bet she can't even remember the days when she only had 4 g-kids.
Sara Paske I wish we could have that reunion! What would it take? It would mean so much to me. The last time I saw you has been when? I loved when I got to see your sisters when they came to San Diego to for Lori.
Hi Lacey,
I love reading about your family. I'm impressed and inspired that you keep on top of your family and have time to update your blog, Thank you! I too love our Grandma! I had a hard time reading the end of your post becuse my eyes were filled with tears of gratitude. What a fun idea to have a reunion. August might be too soon for me, but count me in later down the road.
This actually made me cry a little.
I really miss Grandma! I havent seen her in over six months.
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I need to make a visit to Idaho soon.
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