My grandmother was nobody special. Well, that is, except to me. She had grown up before the depression began. She had worked in factories and had married a man that was challenging on his best day. Her life had been hard. She did not have much in the way of education and very little in material wealth. I was rich though because I had Stella.
Every Sunday, we would travel to a nearby town and pick up Grandmother for Sunday dinner. Inevitably, she would ask us to stop on the way back to our house. She wanted to buy my father, her son, cherry tobacco and us kids some kind of pastry or apple pie.
Once dinner was over, she'd pull out her newest hand-made creation. The crocheted Christmas ornaments, table cloths, blankets or covered coat hangers, just to name a few. During holidays, she'd make home-made pierogies or pastry as part of the family meal. I miss those Sunday dinners with Grandmother.
If I think hard enough, I can actually remember her smell. Isn't it funny how we rely on all of our senses when we remember someone? Especially someone near and dear to our hearts. We never forget the whole of them, their essence or being. After grandmother died, I remember taking out some of those items from my hope chest just to smell them. It brought me great comfort.
My daughter also has been blessed with a grandmother and a great grandmother. Already she is forming her own memories with the woman she calls, "Gramma Anna". Her grandmother lives a state away but sends her messages, cards, special gifts and spends time. The best gift is the time she spends with her. Making home made donuts and reading books. These are special times for my daughter.
If my grandmother was alive today, she would be 106 years old. I still have the things she made me. Some, like the coat hangers, I use and some are kept in that hope chest so that one day, I can bring them out and show my daughter and explain how special they are to me. My grandmother was nobody special but she was mine. I would like to be that grandmother some day. Grandmothers are truly influential in children's lives. The right grandmother can bring a lifetime of warm memories and happiness.
Published by Joanne Lynch
Currently working as an Agency Training Coordinator for the State of CT. My life has been completely devoted to advocacy for people with disabilities. I am currently a full time working professional, mother,... View profile
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14 Comments
Post a CommentThis is beautiful, and it reminds me of how important it is to create that relationship with my own grandchildren. Someone once told me I was spoiling them and I said, "No, I am making memories". Thank you.
I was lucky enough to have three grandmothers! Two were biological and one by marriage. My biological grandmothers are now deceased. I remember going swimming and eating ice cream with my maternal grandmother. We loved petting her dog. My paternal grandmother was a caregiver and peaceful Indian soul. My grandmother by marriage has had much influence on my life and still does. I feel fortunate to have her around.
Sounds like your grandma was special. I had only one grandma growing up, because one died when I was a baby. I am now a grandmother myself - to ten - and a great grandmother to two. I hope I can impact my grandchildren the way your grandmother impacted you. (So glad to have met you, by the way, through Kristen Wilkerson). I am now a fan - great writing - very moving story.
Very true, Joanne, and I'm still eating some of the great pudding recipes which have been passed down!
Very influential...we hope!
What a touching article! I was actually thinking of my grandmothers last week! One of mine even made those covered clothes hangers you mentioned! Those were really neat! I still have some!
David, some Moms do not deserve to have the title however...and just because you have a child does not make you a "Mother". I believe a mother is someone that nurtures their child and loves them unconditionally. I can tell you that my other grandmother is not someone that loved her own daughter nor I unconditionally. Far from it. I was just glad I had "this" grandmother : )
Tough part for many is to remember that the moms are the moms.... for better or for different.
This is such a good story. I appreciate it. My grandmothers are both gone.
Nice story about your grandmother, thanks for sharing.