For some reason, I have been thinking about my Grandma this week. Have you ever had one of those weeks?
My Grandma was the glue that held our family together. There was always something good cooking at her house and everyone was welcome. On Sundays, she would cook up a big pot of chicken and dumplings and everyone would pile in but seemed that no matter how many came, there was alway just enough food.
When we were about 7 & 8 my youngest brother and I spent a week with her and took our crayons and books with us. Well at 70 something, she had never seen a coloring book. We just couldn't believe it. So after we talked her into coloring in our books, she became addicted to coloring. Papa and Mom and Aunt Grace laughed at her and she was going to quit but we talked her into doing it when she was by herself. Mike and I sold coke bottles and bought her her own coloring book and crayons. She told us that she knew it was silly to like coloring at her age but she just loved to see what it looked like when you put all the pretty colors together. And she was really good at it and her pictures were always beautiful. I would give anything to have one of those coloring books today. Grandma felt free to talk to Mike and me when we stayed with her. We knew things about her that no one else knew. I loved and respected my Grandma.
By my teenage years, Grandma couldn't get around very well. She had a bad heart and couldn't breathe very well. When I visited, her house would be dirty and when I asked her about it, she would tell me that she didn't like a dirty house but she just didn't have the energy to clean it. Well you know how teenagers are; think they know everything. So I am thinking, YEAH RIGHT!, you're just too lazy. So I would clean it for her. Now here I am, not even as old as my Grandma was, and my kids are telling me the same thing. And I in return am telling them I just don't have the energy. And Brittany feels bad for me and cleans it up. Funny how things seem to come back to haunt you, isn't it.
When I think of Grandma now, I think of a lady who never finished grammar shcool but had the wisdom of King Solomon and a heart that may not have worked too well, but was filled with enough love to make everyone she touched feel as if they were the most important person in the world.