I want to share from my heart the love, the sweet inspiration and some very fond memories of my Gramma.
My Gramma was a very important part of my life, an inspiration to me for sure. I would spend time with my Gramma throughout the year, as well as many Sunday afternoons, even writing letters and talking on the telephone to one another throughout the week. Such sweet and precious memories.
My Gramma always wore an apron. I remember as a little girl following my Gramma as she went to the chicken house, to the garden, to the clothesline and back into her warm cosy kitchen.
She lived in a little town just a short way from our hometown. She had an old fashioned two story home, a covered front porch with a porch swing and pretty flowers all around her porch. As I would walk up her front brick walk, the most beautiful Iris were along a steep bank leading to her front porch. There were many pictures taken of my Gramma and me with flowers all around us on her front porch and her side yard. Clotheslines were abundant. She took in washings and ironings to make ends meet. My Gramma did not have a lot of money, but she did have a lot of love to give. I am so thankful that I was one of those to receive her precious love, as were each one of her grandchildren. She made each one of us feel that we were so special to her.
In her side yard were her chicken house and fenced area for her many chickens. I do remember so well, helping her gather the eggs in her apron. I might mention that in her backyard was a large garden with fruit trees that lined the back of her property. She planned, she planted, she gathered and she preserved. I remember that she would send us home with her jars of home canned produce from her gardens.
She had flowers all around her home, always having a fresh bouquet of pretty flowers in a fruit jar on her kitchen table. Many of her flowers were made into bouquets and decorated the graves of family and friends.
We enjoyed many old fashioned holiday dinners around her dining room table. I remember Gramma, my Mom and my Aunts working together in her little kitchen preparing delicious meals for all of us. I loved being with my Gramma, my Dad, Mom, Brother, Sister, Uncles, Aunts and being with the best cousins anyone could ask for. I have so many wonderful memories from those days gone by.
When it was just my Gramma and I there are many precious memories with the two of us sharing meals at her kitchen table where she and I would eat and chat. The window at her kitchen table looked out to the back garden. I loved sitting there with her. I remember what I loved most from her cooking and baking, were her homegrown home fried chicken. I loved her homemade cinnamon rolls, homemade pies and her delicious fresh homemade bread from the oven.
Another special thing that comes to mind is how in the evening when I would stay with my Gramma, her days work done, we would sit and swing on her front porch swing. We would listen to the evening birdsong and the evening sounds as she would read her newspaper. I can still hear the crinkling of the newspaper as she so quietly would sit and read and we would swing together. If I were going to be homesick, missing my family, that was the time it would happen. It didn't last for long though. Gramma had a way of taking my mind away from being homesick.
When we would go inside for the evening and we would get ready for bed, her routine, I will never forget. She had very long hair that she would wear in a loose bun on top of her head. I loved the wispy little curls around her sweet round face and rosy cheeks. She would pull the bed covers back, a feather bed, soft and comfy and I would snuggle in. She would take her hair down and she had an ivory dresser set. She would brush her hair forever it seemed and then she would braid it into one long "pigtail" down her back. She had old fashioned handmade cotton nighties for the summertime and handmade flannel nighties for the wintertime. To this day, I love my cotton nighties and my flannel nighties. We would lay and chat until we would finally fall asleep.
Each morning, very early, we would begin our day. Gramma had a pretty round ivory container with her dresser set that held her Cashmere Bouquet talcum powder with a fluffy little puff and she would "fluff" on her talcum powder. I do remember it was so pretty smelling. When we were dressed, we always had to tend to feeding and watering the birds outside before we could have our breakfast. When we finished the few early outside chores, we would sit down at her kitchen table and enjoy our breakfast.
Gramma never had a car ... never drove. She walked wherever she needed to go. Before I began driving, when I stayed with her, she and I would walk to church on Sunday mornings. During the week, we would walk to the grocery store, the post office, the bank, the dime store, the drug store and the little library. When I was old enough to drive, Gramma and I would go in my car. We always enjoyed each other's company. Gramma always loved to go for rides. She especially liked to stop for an ice cream cone.
My Gramma and I were very close. I do believe, I take after my Gramma in so many ways. Oh, how I would love to sit and chat with her again. For now, I have the many fond memories.