things my grandmother anita taught me:
a love of garage sales. she could never pass up the opportunity to buy more stuff she didn't need! i am proud to carry on this tradition.
to mute the t.v. during commercials. i used to think this was so weird. i mean, the commercials are the best part, aren't they? (this really goes to show us how much ads are geared toward children) in my adult years i have found them to be every bit as loud and obnoxious as i'm sure she thought they were.
a love for all things slightly tacky, i.e. tupperware, plastic figurines with that glued on fuzzy stuff, costume jewelry, etc.
the list is truly longer than this, but so many of those pieces of her live on in my mind as impressions too abstract for words.
she also taught me (and all around her) tolerance, acceptance and unconditional love.
i thank my grandma anita and miss her. i am surely better for having known her...
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she truly left the lives she entered, if even for a moment, brighter and warmer than before.
(and filled, no doubt, with a little more plastic...)
k
oh babe. you are so right. our paths are so connected without our ever knowing it.
my grammie is much the same as yours. she used to take this little bus over here to take care of my brother and i when we were kids.
she hung the clothes on the line. she loved the colors green and yellow. she washed the floors by hand and once sprained her wrist doing it.
i used to spend weeks with her in the summer and would hide my pjs so i could wear her nightgowns.
she taught me a love of garage sales, little potatoes, libraries and anything handmade.
i have her ring and wear it everyday. shes still with us, in her new form...
her grayed hair, she is no longer able to dye red. she used to walk faster than me and now no longer walks at all.
the miles don't matter, we're together anyway.
see you oh so soon.
xoxo
lizz,this has made my day! thank you, thank you so much for sharing your grandmother with me.
i hope others fell compelled to share as well...
j
oh JoAnn-
to remember my grandmother is to remember every bit of my childhood with fondness and craziness.
Unlike many my grandmother lived just in the apartment downstairs from ours. So every morning breakfast was eaten with her and every winter morning the need to wear a hat was repeated daily.
She made the greatest meatballs in the world and would hide them all over the house to prevent my sisters and I and the gaggle of cousins and aunts and uncles from depleting the supply.
I remember her handwriting and the way we played cards and the way she laughed and watched the price is right every day.
Memories embedded in the tapestry of my life. To have not had her or any grandparents in my life for so long now it saddens me to have been so young that asking the questions and getting more of the history of her life and the triumphs and tragedies wasn't a priority. To have just a few more moments with her would be divine.
But, alas, nature takes its course and although we may not always agree with its timing there is a purpose and their is always love, friendship and memories.
So I contribute to your honor of grandmothers who have made life a little sweeter.
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