Grandparents Day

Today is Grandparents Day!

I could not let this day go by without sharing my memories.

Oh my goodness, I loved my grandma.

Just so special to me when I was growing up.

Spending a week with her several times during the summer was heaven to me.  Just me and my grandma!

As a child, and in many ways still as an adult, I was a loner, not many friends.

Grandma was my friend in the early years of my childhood.

I watched her sew, making a pink dress for me by hand, simple, with only a lovely piece of old lace for the collar.

Loved the porch times we spent together, many times snapping green beans for dinner.

No one made green beans like my grandma.

Coffee in the mornings, with lots of milk, in my own adult cup.  Grandma is the reason I love coffee so much to this day!

Love this photo of her because it shows her hands.We would sit side by side and she would hold my hand, I remember her aging hands, hands that I now have.

Thoughts that bring tears to my eyes!

To my surprise, grandma came to a bridal shower my sister had for me, her gift to me, a tablecloth she crocheted.  I cherish that tablecloth to this day.

Grandma loved to crochet, memories of many crocheted doilies in her home as in the photo above.

Grandma came from such humble beginnings, the hills of Kentucky, Wallins Creek.

Love this photo that I recently received.  No shoes!  Me too grandma, I never like to wear my shoes, they come off as soon as I enter my house.

Seven children, losing a beautiful boy, pictured below, at five years old from a horrible accident, and a baby girl at 9 months old from pneumonia.

Heartbreaks I never heard my grandma talk about.

She loved her family, she loved children.

I am sure her best days were those when her home was full of family, cooking, table filled with country food, gathering together, her daughters singing gospel songs while doing the dishes.

Granny came to my home only once that I can remember. She climbed the steps up to my son’s room when he was very small.

Sitting on the bottom bunk of his bunk beds, grandma patiently listened to him talk and show her everything in his sweet room.

He played records for her on his little record player, his favorite, “There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly”, by Jimmie Rodgers, she loved every minute of their time together and often spoke of that day.

I never heard my grandma raise her voice in anger, never.

She was just good, kind, and loving, as I feel most folks from country living are.

Memories of grandpa are few, sitting on his lap and the smell of his pipe are the only ones I have.

He was a hard worker, a coal miner, a laborer.

He died young, in his fifties.  He appears much older in this photo, a coal miner’s life was hard.

I could go on and on, the more I turn my thoughts to grandma, the more I remember.

If you are fortunate enough to still have grandparents, give them a gift today of your time, talk to them, learn from them, love them.  You will not regret it!

Wish I would have done more of this with my grandma!

Love you granny, always.