November 11, 1927 - August 14, 2013
Memories of
having my hair being washed in the kitchen sink, eating warm biscuits with homemade
berry jelly and cream, playing with wooden spools under a quilt on a quilting
frame and shucking corn on the back porch while listening to stories from the
past. Stumping my toe and having alcohol
poured on it, and blow, blow, blow!! So it wouldn’t hurt so bad. Eating a veggie lunch with fried cornbread
followed up by dessert, any kind of dessert, but there was always a
dessert! Getting off the school bus,
busting through the front door to hear “Here comes Grandma’s Darlings” and finding
a snack waiting just for me. And then
eating it in the living room close to the window a/c unit b/c the kitchen was
too hot. Sitting in church and listening
to that beautiful, unique voice sing “There is Power in the Blood.” Listening to books being read, advice being
given, and tears being shed. Snapping
green beans and shelling peas to be put up for the winter. Planting the garden just right, spacing the
seeds about this “far” apart and maybe not quite that “far” and only put a few
seeds in the trench but maybe a few more than two. Digging potatoes and putting them in the
barn. Driving home from softball
practice to grab a cold glass of sweet tea and sitting on the front porch
rocking chair to talk about our day. Standing
on the basketball court or the softball field and knowing that if I couldn’t
find that familiar face in the crowd, the radio would be on at home with ears
listening intently to each and every game.
Going to
college and getting mail with cookies or a couple of dollars to go get a
special treat. And there was always a
note, and it was always signed – With All My Love. Making a long distance call, just to hear
that special voice reassure me that I was not alone in this world or just to
talk and know someone was listening.
Coming home for the summer and doing a lot of talking and wishing and
hoping while sitting on the front porch.
And doing a lot of listening, thinking, and praying in return. Making that special call to say I was engaged
and getting the response of “You are so happy and so am I.” Holding a quilt, made just for me at my
wedding shower and knowing it took a lot of time, patience and determination to
give that gift to me. A long, long hug
on my wedding day with a smile of pure happiness and knowing it was b/c I was
so happy.
Holding my
daughters and singing Bye-O-Baby as they drifted off to sleep. Teaching Carli to walk and cheering and
laughing the whole time. Never
forgetting a birthday, never. Sitting
and listening to the wisdom of motherhood from long ago. Getting a lot of advice and then hearing, “But
now, that’s just what we did back then, I’m sure you will handle it just fine.” Watching, just watching with a smile on my
face knowing that the influence on my children would be one that would be
priceless, irreplaceable and held close to our hearts forever because the
influence on me I already know is just that.
Thanking God, knowing how blessed we all are.
My Grandma
was so amazingly humble, she probably never had the slightest idea about the memories
she helped make that will be treasured forever.
I could write so much more. I
could tell you why in high school, she was one of my best friends. Why I would have preferred to spending a
Friday night watching Wheel of Fortune with her and Pawpaw instead of hang out
with other friends. I could tell you
what an amazing listener she was and about all the awesome advice she shared. I could tell you about the lives of my friends
she touched who still talk about “That time at your Grandma’s house.” I could
tell you about Grandma with my girls. I
could go on and on and on. But if I had
to pick just one thing to tell you about my Grandma, it’s that she worked her whole
life living for the Lord. She studied,
she taught Bible classes, she sang worship songs and she prayed. She was one of the most beautiful souls I
have ever known both physically and spiritually. I pray that I can be the mother, friend,
mentor and child of God she was because she was the epitome of a Christian
woman. She was the rock of our
family. She was strong. She was beautiful. She was one of the best friends I have ever
had. She was mine. And I can never put into words how much I miss her already.
I love you Grandma. Thank you for loving me.