Last post I spoke of my father’s mother. This one I will share about my mother’s mom.
One of my most favorite things I remember about my grandmother was that she was a very independent woman. She was one who saw something that needed to be done, she made sure it got done.
Granny was a walking history book. She could tell you things that happened to a family member or neighbor from the Depresssion and World War II. Some of the stories would have you laughing so hard that tears would be rolling down your cheek and some of the stories would have your heart breaking.
She never once told a story wanting you to think less of that person. Nor did she want you to receive these stories as gossip. To her, they were family history and her way of letting you know why someone might have turned out the way they had.
She loved her husband and children: but often did not know how to express it. Her grandchildren, however, benefited from her love and enjoyed who she was. Her children saw her always working and helping to provide. The grandchildren, we got to see her laughing, singing and dancing.
My grandmother enjoyed music. She could hear music and she would begin to dance. She would glide her four foot eleven inch body across the floor with much ease . She would turn and begin singing as well. Her dark brown eyes would have a twinkle as she would wave to us to join her.
So we would gather around her dancing and trying to copy her gracefulness. My grand father would sit in a chair smiling as all of us surrounded Granny.
Soon, she would begin to laugh and then return to whatever she was doing before the dance.
My grandmother was a woman of simple pleasures. She found joy in things like gardening, traveling and being with people.
To each of us, she taught us to be determined and to realize that you cannot expect someone to change things for you, that you were the one who could make things better. She also taught us not to be afraid to try something new: if we fail, then we were to learn a lesson and to keep trying until we succeed.
I love her and miss her. One thing I feel confident in though: she is dancing with the angels.