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Personal Memories Of A Grandmother

Updated on February 22, 2013

Gra’ma, I’m missing you tonight. I think a part of me always misses you but it’s rare for me to just stop for a while and spend time remembering. I was working on the family tree when I noticed the notes I had written under your name. You've been gone for a long time, thirty years to be exact. It feels like longer than that. It would be cruel of me to wish you back here with us because you were so sick those last few weeks, but I’d sure like to have one more weekend with you.

Do you remember them, all those weekends I spent with you when I was just a little girl? There weren't many weekends I didn't stay with you. You were the best Gra’ma and we had so much fun together. I thought I was your favorite because I was your only granddaughter and the oldest grandchild. Maybe I wasn't but you made me think I was.

We sure laughed a lot, didn't we? The men loved you and after you left the jack-ass, your phone never stopped ringing. They all wanted to take you square dancing and I got the biggest kick from all their calls. Oh how you teased and laughed at them but they loved you because you were a lady - in every sense of the word. For such a strong woman, you were so prissy. You could sit at that sewing machine, on the third floor of that hot old shoe factory, and sweat like a ditch-digger. Then, you'd come home, you fix a cup of tea and sip tea from that fragile little china cup - like a real English lady. I thought that was so funny; you sitting there all dolled up with that china cup in your hand. You took your tea with two of those tiny little saccharin tablets and a bit of milk. I’m not sure the English ladies did that but I know you held your pinky out just like they did.

I wonder if you remember our Saturday night sleep overs. I felt so grown up when you taught me to pin curl your hair out there on the porch. You said if I did a good job, there’d be an RC Co-Cola in a bottle and a Moon Pie waiting for me. I must have done a good job. We’d eat those Moon Pies while we rocked back and forth on that porch swing trying to keep time with the music from the Pentecostal Church next door. They were too fast though. You called em’ Holy Rollers and boy did they make some noise.


Snowball bush (hydrangea)
Snowball bush (hydrangea)

Even now I can close my eyes and smell the sweet fragrance of the lilac bush behind the porch swing. I still love lilacs Gra’ma. Your favorite was those blue snowball bushes. I never told you but I thought they were ugly. I don’t know, I just always thought flowers should be dainty and delicate. The snowball bushes were just too big for my taste. I got my green thumb from you Gra’ma. I’m sure of it. Just like you, I can take a branch from a Forsythia bush and bend it to the ground, step on it and push it into the dirt and a new bush will grow from it.

Did you know you were the first to let me drive? It’s true. I couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven and you let me sit in your lap and steer. Remember? You had that funny little Plymouth Valiant with the push buttons on the dash board instead of a shifter on the column. I couldn’t understand why Dad’s cars didn’t have push buttons. That Valiant was so cool in the dark with those buttons lit up. It was like sitting in a space ship, way back then.

Mom and I were talking the other day and remembering. I told her how I loved all your hats. Each one had its own box and for a poor lady, you had some really fancy hats. They had their own room in your house and you kept the heat turned off in that room. It was cold and smelled like moth balls but I loved sneaking in there to try on your hats. You always acted like you didn’t know I’d been in there. I was too young to know that the talcum powder you always spilled on the floor stuck to my feet and that it was my little footprints that gave me away. You were so cool.

It’s getting late and I should go but I just needed to remember tonight. I wanted to spend one more night with you Gra’ma. You know, all these memories you gave me made it easy. Maybe I’ll come back again real soon. Night Gra’ma.

© 2012 Linda Crist

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    Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

    I don't know if I've said this before, but you are a very good writer, and getting better before our eyes. This is a touching piece and I loved it. What great memories you have, and thank you for sharing them with us.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Bill, I think you are too king but hey, I'll take the encouragement anytime. It feeds my soul. Yes indeed, I am so blessed. I had a wonderful childhood, growing up with people who knew the value of simple things. I'm trying to get back there. :-) Thank you for sharing the memories with me.

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    Mike Elzner 4 years ago from Oregon

    Yes, and you bring us all back to a time when things were simpler and, from a child's eye, joyful and rewarding. Great for the soul......Thanks!

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Thanks mjboomer. I appreciate that so very much. Every generation feels this way I think, once you reach a certain age.

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    Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

    What a sweet, sweet ode to your Gra'ma. I love the first person converstion you have with her in this post. And I chuckled out loud at the talcolm powder footprints!

    You have such the gift for the written gab, Irc (what is you name anyway??). I love the way you portray your thoughts with perfect grammar and spelling. I know we've had this conversation before, but to me, a good American writer possesses the command of the written word.

    I really love this story. I can't wait until your next conversation!

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Be careful bravewarrior, you may find yourself in one of my conversations. lol The name is Linda and I thank you so much for your sweet compliments. My Gra'ma was a trip.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    bravewarrior, we have so much in common. My brother is also an artist of sorts. He only started painting 3-4 years ago but he's pretty good. I'd love to visit your brothers website but can't find a "contact" button on your profile to email you and I don't want to publish emails publicly. Any ideas?

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    Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

    We used to have contact buttons on our profile page. It got lost in the new look? So many things get lost when HP decides to fix things that aren't broken!

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    GlstngRosePetals 4 years ago from Wouldn't You Like To Know

    Great Hub! Thank you for the awsome read. Wonderful memories that are charished forever like sitting on her lap for that first drive. Voted up!!

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Thank you GlastngRosePetals. I really appreciate your kind words. She was an awesome Gra'ma and that made this easy to write. Thanks for voting up too. It inspires me to write better.

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    Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

    Even now I can close my eyes and smell the sweet fragrance of the lilac bush behind the porch swing. I still love lilacs Gra’ma

    This is what I remember about my mother. The lilacs were her favorite and to this day when I smell them -- I tear up. Love your story and it is so touching to me. Thank you!

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Oh teacher, I am so glad you enjoyed this one and that you too have lovely memories of lilacs associated with memories of your Mother. Aren't they precious as we get older?

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    Maria Jordan 4 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

    Oh Linda,

    Sweet, tender, and funny memories..."after you left the jack-ass" is priceless...! You have a writing style that tugs at my heart and I am grateful to Bill for sharing this.

    Voted UP and ABI. Love, Maria

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Maria, you are so sweet and I am always so happy to find you in my comments.

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    Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

    My grandparents were dead long before I was born. You remind me what I missed in my life.

    Thanks for sharing your wonderful reflection.

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    Linda Crist 4 years ago from Central Virginia

    Hello Vinaya. Thank you for the visit. I am sorry you did not get the chance to know your grandparents. My grandmother is the source of many of my most precios memories and I was happy to share them.

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