A Table of Memories: A Memorial for My Grandma

The Right Kitchen Table
Upon our move 3 years ago, we purchased a small cheap black table that seats four to fit in our kitchen. Proving to be cheap in cost and quality, it quickly fell apart. Our second kitchen table entered our home courtesy of my mother donating a table they once used as a computer desk. The size and color worked in our kitchen, but the table, being stained black, didn't make for the most practical kitchen table since frequent wipe downs were required. At that time, we also "borrowed" some unused chairs from my parents' that complimented the table. While not ideal, we grew accustomed to the imperfections and saved ourselves the cost of buying a new table.

Then came the recent call from my mother informing me that my Grandpa would be getting rid of his kitchen table following his and his current wife's move into a rental home. This table belonged to him and to my Grandma prior to her death 8 years ago. My mom informed her father that we could really use that kitchen table before she even asked me. Interestingly I hadn't really noticed the table in my Grandpa's apartments over these last few years. I guess it failed to catch my attention in a different location. I listened as my mother reminded me that this was my Grandma's table and that she didn't want this table going to just anyone: it belongs in the family. I heartily agreed, and I told her to tell my Grandpa that we wanted the table. Then, I mentioned to my mom that if the table didn't end up matching or fitting our kitchen, I was sure another member of our family would like it. Let's keep it in the family, indeed. I'm not usually an overly sentimental person with material things, though.

The day for the table's grand entrance arrived. My husband and father went to pick up the table. As they set it in our kitchen for the first time, I found the table to be a delightful fit. It's not your modern style, but classic enough to avoid an extremely dated look. The size was just right, and the color matched our wood floors and doors. Within a few days, I was certain this table looked better than either of the two previous tables we'd tried. Something else happened in the following days as well. This table became more and more familiar to me. I remembered this table. Vivid memories of my grandparents' house filled my mind. As I would sit down at the table, I remembered my Grandma.

My Grandma
My Grandma

My Grandma
My Grandma. She was the matriarch in our family, the tie that bound us all together. She spent her life investing in the lives of others, beginning with her family. My memory extends back to playing the children's "memory game" with her and finding it riveting. My Grandma put together puzzles with us, played games, and made us forts of blankets and chairs and pillows filling an entire room, She always had a freezer full of ice cream treats from the time we were small until past adulthood. Somehow unwrapping an ice cream sandwich at Grandma's as an adult transported me back to childhood. The older I grew the more I treasured conversations with her about daily life, politics, world events, family, and the Lord. And with Grandma's quick wit, our conversation often contained laughter.

As a young mother and wife, my Grandma would carefully launder and iron her children's consignment shop clothes to make them look new. I've heard my family tease that she even ironed my Grandpa's underwear. She would fix meals to suite all five children and please her husband's apetite. Her well kept home and family were balanced by her ability to stir up excitement. Upon hearing the fire truck sirens, her and her children would jump in the car to follow the procession to the small town's big news of the day. More than once they visited "lover's lane" shining their lights on disgruntled teenagers. As her children grew into adulthood, my Grandma initiated each family gathering, made each accomplishment in our lives special, kept in close contact by calling all 5 of her children daily, and made her home an invitiation to anyone who wished to visit. And we did! More than once a week, we flocked not just to her home, but to her table to sit near her, share our lives, and listen to her interesting and often humorous stories.

My Grandma had a magnetic personality which meant that even at the age of 70 she could subtly and quickly draw people to herself even in a crowded room. Her children and grandchildren were the center of her world, but her love and interest in people extended to her brothers and sisters, neices and nephews, cousins, friends and beyond. She could easily make friends with someone in a doctor's waiting room. Give her a few minutes, and she knew details about a stranger I wouldn't have even started a conversation with. Her extended family treasured her phone calls, being updated on our family and sharing the news of their own. My Grandma knew all the right questions to ask, and people would pour their hearts out to her. She was a favorite Aunt and a close friend. During her children's teenage years, the teens of their small town gravitated toward my Grandma's house not simply to hang out with her kids, but to visit with her. They would stay late sitting around my Grandma's table laughing and sharing their problems with her. She excelled as a friend, aunt, sister, wife mother and grandmother. And her legacy lives on in our hearts and lives.

At My Grandma's Table
And now here in my kitchen sits her table. What makes a table special? Well, if you walked into my Grandma's front door, you would see her face immediately in view sitting at the kitchen table on the side nearest the wall where she could reach the phone mounted behind her and welcome any visitor who graced her home. This is the image in my mind of entering my Grandma's home. Ninety percent of the time she was sitting right there at her kitchen table.

This is the table where I remember playing Scrabble with my Grandma. She was our champ, and you knew when you reached a point that you could contend with her or beat her at this game, your Scrabble skills had truly arrived. It is at this table that we shared holiday gatherings (with more tables added for our large family), like Thanksgiving. One Thanksgiving Grandma had us all happily sitting around playing a game of BINGO complete with prizes. She sat at the table spinning the the numbers, and my Grandpa in all of his seriousness would properly read them aloud.

Baking Pies with Grandma
Baking Pies with Grandma

This is the table where I helped Grandma make dozens upon dozens of sugar cookies for her kids and their families for Christmas. After stirring the batter, rolling the dough, and eventually icing and decorating the cookies, we giggled and swore we never wanted to make them again. It was at this table that she fixed the best salads and homemade vegetable soups alongside my Grandpa. They were a team. We realized after her death, Grandpa couldn't make either near so well without her guidance. At this table nearly two years before her death, my mother, my Grandma, and I made pumpkin pies together for the holidays, a memory I've forever cherished.

This is the table where she kept a grocery bag hooked behind her chair as a convenient trash bag when she grew older and less mobile, so she could avoid multiple trips to the trash can or inconveniencing anyone ele. This is the table where as she aged and ailments increased, I would watch her sort her many pills, far too many pills, and slip out a curse word when she lost track of where she was in the sorting process.

This is the table where she and my Grandpa read the Word of God and a devotional aloud each morning. If you spent the night at their house you would inevitably wake up to their voices as they prayed together every morning. My Grandma would passionately pray for each of her children, their spouses and her grandchildren by NAME, and then continue on to pray for special needs of other friends and family, of our nation, for our leaders and the world.

And finally, it was at that table that less than 4 months before her death, I sat and unknowingly recorded final footage of my Grandma. Excited to use the new video camera I received for Christmas, I taped her talking with us at her kitchen table-- making us laugh with comments about her unkempt hair and sharing the latest family updates. This is the table that graced her kitchen for nearly the last decade of her life. And now it graces mine.

Unspoken Memories
My Grandpa came over just two days after we received the table, providing us with the two leaves that belong with it. He showed me how they had purchased this table in 1994. Then he looked at my 4-year-old daughter and said, "Your mommy sat at this table A LOT growing up." Such simple words, and yet, powerful. My Grandpa talks very little of my Grandma since he remarried, a tragedy for our whole family to rarely hear him speak her name or share memories of our lives that would inevitably include her. In attempts to not upset his new wife's sensitivities, we have suffered the pain of his silence about our mother and grandmother. His comment regarding this kitchen table subtly reminded me of the private memories and love he holds deep within himself each day for the one true love of his life, his wife of over 50 years-- my Grandma. He once told my mother, he thinks of her all the time, everyday. On rare occasions like this one, when he's alone with his family, he'll give us a glimpse of that truth. His words to my daughter meant nothing to her at her age. Not really. But for me, my heart felt connected again with him in the memories we shared together at that table with her... unspoken memories that lie deep inside us that no one can touch or take, not even silence.

A Table of Memories
Just a few days ago, I sat down at the kitchen table to eat breakfast. My two young daughters had finished eating their cereal and ran off to play. I sat there alone, looking at the empty chair in front of me. If this table were in my Grandma's kitchen, that would be her seat, right against the wall facing me. I imagined for a moment her sitting there with me. Images of her flashed through my mind.

This table. Such a simple unassuming table, yet evoking powerful remembrances of loving and being loved. This is more than a table made of wood. This is a table where memories were built. My two little girls rushed back into the kitchen snapping my mind back into the here and now. Their smiles beamed up at me, their voices erupted with chatter, their little bodies climbed up into my arms... Yes, this is a table where memories were built, and in our home, we are building them once more.

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Mommalea 5 years ago

Okay, I'm crying and I know you were too, as these beautiful true words so eloquently were transported from your mind to your fingers. God bless you, my darling, and welcome to my sentimentalistic world.

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Diana Lee 5 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

A beautiful story, thank God for memories we have of loved ones passed on. When we get to missing them we can visit them down memory lane.

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Ashlea B 5 years ago Author

Diana, Thank you. We are so blessed by the lives of our loved ones and the memories are worth cherishing for sure!

Teresa Bula 5 years ago

Thank you Ashlea for taking me back to those days I treasure. I know your family will make beautiful memories around our family table! I love you!!

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Ashlea B 5 years ago Author

Thank you MommaLea ;o) and Teresa! We are a blessed family.

Tina Ann 5 years ago

Thank you, Ashlea for this sweet and precious note

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Melovy 5 years ago from UK

What a lovely way to remember your grandmother.

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cardelean 5 years ago from Michigan

Grandmothers are so wonderful and evoke such warm and positive memories. I too hold great memories of my grandmothers. It is so wonderful that you have something from your grandma to help you to remember those moments. Nicely done.

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Ashlea B 5 years ago Author

Thank you. We are truly blessed who have Grandma's that touch our lives.

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Pamela99 5 years ago from United States

Thank you for a lovely tribute to your grandmother. Those memories are so precious. Very lovely hub.

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quester.ltd 5 years ago

cannot write a note right now my eyes are filled with warm tears

voted up, awesome and beautiful

thank you for sharing a glimpse of an important person


Duchess OBlunt 5 years ago

Wonderfully warm memories. And a wonderful way to share them with us. It brings tears to my eyes as I remember my own grandmother. Such similar memories I have. Beautifully written.

Steve B 5 years ago

Brought back so many fond memories for me too! Thanks for posting Ashlea.

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Ashlea B 5 years ago Author

Thank you all. My Grandma was an extraordinary woman. I believe that those special people in our lives that invest in us and touch our hearts are what make life so beautiful.

Wanda Smith 5 years ago

Ashely, I so enjoyed reading your tribute to your Grandma. It brought back so many memories for me. Someday I would like to share some of my stories of your Grandma (when I lived in Illiopolis) with all of you.

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Sister Mary 5 years ago from Isle of Man

Ashlea B

What a lovely warm tribute to a wonderful woman. I'm sure she is smiling at you right now whilst playing a game of Scrabble with the Lord! I'm glad too that you have a clearing understanding of your Grandpa's position, the fact he remarried proves how much he missed your Grandmother. As often the 2nd wife is full of insecurities and he feels that he can't talk about his wife of 50 years. But she is in his heart everyday! I am sure your Grandmother understands.

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ripplemaker 5 years ago from Cebu, Philippines

Oooh your story reminded me of my own grandma...I miss her! Thank you for sharing.

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Deborah Demander 5 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

What a beautiful tribute to your grandmother. Congratulations on your hubnugget nomination. I am blessed to still have my grandma. And looking forward to the time when I can create such memories with my own grandchildren.


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FloraBreenRobison 5 years ago

I own a lot of furnature that are heirlooms. They do indeed hold a lot of memories. How wonderful that you always have the table to remind you of your grandmother.

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C-Bless 5 years ago from Canada

Your story is so heartwarming and oozing with so much cherished love. I enjoyed reading this lovely tribute to your grandmother. Thank you very much for sharing.

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Ashlea B 5 years ago Author

Thank you all for your kind comments. I'm happy to see that of all my hubs since I started here, this one got nominated for a hub nugget last week, and today won. :o)

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34th Bomb Group 5 years ago from Western New York State

Lovely - simply lovely.

When my Grandma died, in 1986, my Mother wound up with her dining room set as she was the only sister (of 5) who had a dining room large enough to hold it. When my parents moved to Florida permanently - I got it while they got mine. (Still not clear if that was a step up!)

Later I learned that my Mom HATED that set and was quite happy to pass it on to me.

As it suffered the slings and arrows of a neighborhood of little boys, and my feet on the supporting joists (A BIG no-no)I discovered it had wood worm in its beautiful mahogany. The next problem was obtaining my Mother's permission to get rid of it. "Get rid of that thing." Okay.

I offered it to every cousin and no one wanted it. I finally gave it away to a young couple who promised they would be refinishing it and it would have pride of place in their home.

When it left, I cried. I then found a picture of my little guy, about 3 at the time, sitting on the table. I was aghast but managed to get to the camera before I shooed him off. Once he was off, I got a picture of Grandma holding court in her seat at the table and stuck it in the china cabinet with a remonstration to my son that "Grandma Virginia is WATCHING YOU!" He never got on it again.

Thank you for your memory of your Grandma's table which reminded me of my Grandma and her table. Those were wonderful memories.

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Beata Stasak 5 years ago from Western Australia

A touching tribute to the remarkable lady of your life....well done my fellow hubber, we often forget about the people who count the most in our lives:)

Have done something similar in my family blog, please stop by if you are interested:)


Love from Beata

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Sharyn's Slant 5 years ago from Northeast Ohio USA

Wow Ashlea,

I loved this piece. Such a beautiful tribute to your Grandma and family. And it is so very well written. I am easily becoming a follower of your work from this alone. Best wishes on HubPages . . .


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carolp 5 years ago from Switzerland

A beutiful tribute in memory of your Grandma. It brings me back remembering my childhood with my Grandparents. They always prepared for me my favorite cake or menus when i visited them. Thanks.

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Ashlea B 5 years ago Author

This hub means a lot to me personally, so I am so honored to have it win the hubnuggets award. But, I appreciate even more hearing from people who enjoy this story/memory because it brings forth beautiful memories of their own with their grandparents. Those memories are so precious and worth cherishing. Thanks to all for your kind words!

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DuchessDuCaffeine 5 years ago from United States of America

Such a blessing was your grandma! Another blessing is your capacity to understand and appreciate the love she gave her family, and in doing so, to keep the memories of her as vibrant and alive as when you were a child.

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Shreevie 5 years ago from Cape Town, South Africa

Memories are the most precious things in life. Keep reminders and mementos of your life and those of your youngsters: you will be a grandmother one day too!

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moonlake 5 years ago from America

Beautiful hub about your grandma. I haul my grandma's door with me every move I make. When my parents knew they were selling her house and the new owners were removing the doors they took an inside french door and saved it for me. We carried it back home on the top of our car some 800 miles. My old house it was my pantry door. My grandmother loved to cook and loved her little pantry...She lived to be 100.

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RTalloni 5 years ago from the short journey

A precious tribute to your grandmother. She sounds like a lady with class--an example to others!

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Kristin Halsted 5 years ago

Truly a beautiful story. Congratulations on the recognition you received for it! Clearly well deserved!

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