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My Grandmother ~ I Remember Love

Updated on September 17, 2014
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My Grandmother
My Grandmother | Source

Definition of a Lady

Every child should have a Grandmother like mine. She was the definition of love. She was never too busy for me, she never got mad, she never screamed, she never grew tired of listening to me and she never turned me away.

She was the epitome of a lady. She was beautiful, polite, graceful, confident, quiet and peaceful. Her manners were impeccable and her home was always immaculate. She could effortlessly hostess a dinner party or she could simply entertain over baloney, cheese and crackers and you would feel you were at a feast fit for a queen because she was in attendance. Having her attention was like having the sun shine just on you and somehow warm you from the inside out.

That sun set when she died several years ago, but I remember love.


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My Grandmother & My Great Grandmother
My Grandmother & My Great Grandmother | Source

My Grandmother, The Caregiver

I don't remember a time during my youth that my grandmother wasn't taking care of someone. She took meals to shut-ins, she stayed at the bedside of the ill ministering to their needs, she gave generously in time and money. She spent countless hours in prayer for the ones she loved as well as the ones she barely knew.

When her elderly great cousin became ill, my grandmother took her in. For years she cared for her, fed her, took her to her doctors, waited on her hand and foot. What she got in return was cussed, slapped around, ridiculed and mocked. But she took it all in stride and defended her relative. No one could convince her that her great cousin was unworthy of her care.

Out of eight siblings, when her mother got sick, it was my grandmother who took her into her own home and nursed her back to health. She doted on her like she was a child until she was able to return to her own home. After which, my grandmother went to her mothers' home almost daily with meals or medicine even though several of her siblings lived closer. And it was my grandmother who found her mother the day she died having fallen asleep on the couch and thus resting peacefully in the arms of God.

No one was ever turned away by my grandmother. I have no idea how many people she helped throughout her life, but I know she was loved and she loved without reason.

Now anytime I see someone helping an elderly person, I remember love.

Old photo of a family picnic from decades ago
Old photo of a family picnic from decades ago | Source

Oh, The Stories My Grandmother Could Tell

I loved the times when my grandmother would tell me stories about her childhood. Since I was raised in the city, her childhood reminisces were better than any book.

My grandmother was a country girl. Yes, a real farm girl. She planted crops, picked cotton and her family hosted the occasional hay ride, party and dance.

One of my favorite stories that she would tell was about her father and moonshine. It seems the family was hosting a Fourth of July dance on their farm. All of the family and friends gathered for this all day party, my teetotaler great-great-grandmother included. My great-great-grandmother was definitely opposed to partaking of alcoholic beverages of any kind. It is my understanding that not only did she turn folks in for making moonshine, but she also took part in raids to destroy known distilleries. Unbeknownst to her, my Great Grandfather liked his moonshine and made it with the best of them. He was always able to stay one step ahead of her until the fireworks of this 4th of July celebration.

As the story goes, they had finished their picnic and were all sitting around relaxing and talking when they heard a popping noise that sounded like a gunshot. In the country a gunshot is not necessarily a reason for alarm. There are all kinds of varmints that require attention in the fields.

However, it seems my great grandfather had an inkling of what it might be and ran for the barn where he had buried his brew to keep it cool. Sure enough, his bottles were bursting and his secret was no longer safe. Even though he tried to hide his deeds, the bottles continued to "pop" until they drew his mothers' attention. Upon her entry into the barn, there was no mistaking the smell. Having fully taken in the scene at hand, she turned on her heels, flounced out of the barn without saying a word and returned to her seat as if nothing was happening, but that night, when night was its darkest, my great grandfathers' moonshine still was destroyed.

No one in the world could tell a story better than my Grandmother. Now when I recount this story, I remember love.

My Grandmother
My Grandmother | Source

My Grandmother, The Gardener and The Teacher

My grandmother loved to work in her gardens. She had one for vegetables and one for flowers. She would take me with her to her gardens and we would work side by side until dusk and then we would play cards and drinks cokes. What a blast!

I didn't realize at the time how much I was learning. I was just having fun with my Mudder, our name for her. We clipped dead heads, pulled weeds, picked & shucked corn, snapped beans and laughed the day away. The next day we would blanch, cook and can. I must admit it was pretty neat to pull out a jar of green beans for supper weeks later and know I had helped a little.

She had a pecan tree and we would pick pecans up off the ground. Lots of pecans. We would hold back a sack for cracking ourselves, but most of them went to a little store with a machine that cracked and separated them for us. Then we would take the fruits of our labor and make pecan pies. Although I have never particularly liked pecans, I do like Karo pie and I always enjoyed messing up the kitchen with my grandmother.

Let me tell you though, there was nothing like helping her make plum preserves and oh, man, the way she could make a party out of peaches. Peach preserves, peach ice cream, peach pies, yum! Just a plain peach cut in half tasted better when she touched it.

Now anytime I see a pecan tree, shuck corn, peel a peach or clip a rose, I remember love.

Me Dressed in My Grandmothers Clothes
Me Dressed in My Grandmothers Clothes | Source

The Tasty Trick

I enjoyed spending weeks out of each summer with my grandmother. She would let me dress up in her clothes and wear her high heels. When I was there, she took me everywhere she went. I never felt like I was in her way. We went to baseball games, fed the ducks in the park, ate ice cream for lunch and visited all of my great aunts and uncles.

One summer evening, we went to her Sunday School dinner party. Well, I want you to know the dinner was the best! I raved over the Chicken and Dumplings and stuffed my little self until I couldn't hold another bite. We were driving home in my Step grandfather's new car and I was still chattering about the dinner. My step-grandfather started snickering and he said, "I'm glad to know you like Squirrel and Dumpling." It only took a brief moment for it to register with me that what I assumed was chicken, was in fact Squirrel Nutkin. Well in my defense, any moron knows a child of 8 or 9 years loves Beatrice Potter and squirrels. I was stunned and mortified. I had eaten a little squirrel. I threw up! Yes, it is true. I quite literally vomited in his brand new beautiful car.

While that upset my step-grandfather greatly, it did not make my Grandmother mad, well at least not at me. Nope, she took my side in the whole fiasco. As soon as we got home, she cleaned my face with a cold, wet washcloth, spoke to me softly and hugged me until I fell asleep. We never talked about that night again, but we frequently watched the squirrels out her front kitchen window.

When I see a squirrel now, I remember love.

The Definition of Love

My Grandmother, The Definition of Love

One of the definitions for love in Wikipedia is "affectionate concern for the well-being of others."

The Bible says "Love is patient, Love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps not records of wrongs."

I Corinthians 13:4

See, even Wikipedia and the Bible know the definition for love is my Grandmother.

My Grandmother and My Brother
My Grandmother and My Brother | Source

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      Joe Fiduccia 2 years ago from Monroe County, PA

      You're definitely one lucky individual. Many of us, myself included, never really knew our grandmothers. I have some memories of them both when I was younger (pre-teens), but that's it. I don't recall any specific stories or moments in their life. It's just fragments here and there. It's nice to see that you have much more. Great story.

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      Renaissance Woman 3 years ago from Colorado

      My paternal grandmother was the epitome of love during my childhood. This is such a truly beautiful tribute to a woman I would have loved to have known. Such a blessing... your Mudder. No wonder you still feel such peace when gardening.

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      Ruthi 3 years ago

      My best personal definition of love would be that shared between me and my dog Tidbit. But for today, the definition of love is You and your Grandmother. Happy Valentine's Day, Cynthia!

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      Fay Favored 3 years ago from USA

      A good teacher is one that teaches without the student realizing they are learning. Your grandmother was such a person, and sounds like a lady people loved to be around. What a sweet tribute to her.

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      Colin323 3 years ago

      A sincere and great tribute to a good, generous woman. This love never dies.

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      cmadden 4 years ago

      I'm wondering if your grandmother didn't have a few choice words for step-grandfather over The Squirrel Incident. You were fortunate to have such a beautiful soul in your life (and I'll bet she felt the same about you!).

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      Itaya Lightbourne 4 years ago from Topeka, KS

      What a beautiful person your Grandmother was! I'm so happy she was there to be a wonderful teacher and loving presence in your life growing up. :)

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      Echo Phoenix 4 years ago

      as a grandmother myself now, I aspire to be the kind of grandmother that will be lovingly remembered... what Lovely Lens & Grandmother, thank you for sharing this heartwarming memoir :)

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      Melissa Miotke 4 years ago from Arizona

      Blessed-Your Grandmother was a beautiful person!

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      @ChroniclesofaWa: correct

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      ChroniclesofaWa 4 years ago

      Beautiful, heartwarming, and inspiring story. I am a nurse and I take care of people too and it gives me tremendous joy that, in one way or another, an act of helping others is appreciated. :)

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      Loretta Livingstone 4 years ago from Chilterns, UK.

      What a heartwarming lens.

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      Delia 4 years ago

      my definition of Love is God and then my own family...I have been blessed to have loving daughters and a loving husband...but above all the love of God!

      What a heartfelt story about your grandmother, you have wonderful memories of so much love from her. My grandmother who I have a limited memory of (my Ives lens) was not a feelgood memory, but nonetheless a memory.

      What a great tribute lens about your grandmother!

      ~d-artist Squid Angel Blessing~

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      MarcellaCarlton 4 years ago

      What a wonderful story. My memories are of our neighbor Sylvia.

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      JoleneBelmain 4 years ago

      I spent a lot of time with my grandparents during my childhood... I remember gardening and making perogies with my grandma, and my grandpa with all of his goofy stories he used to tell. I remember one day he told me chocolate milk came from brown cows, and I ate it right up... I went straight to grandma and told he she absolutely had to get a brown cow. Silly lol.

      ~BLESSED~

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      LouisaDembul 5 years ago

      What a wonderful grandmother! My mother is also a great grandmother for my children, only problem is that we live too far away from each other.

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      theXodus 5 years ago

      Wow! Thanks for sharing part of your life with us... I only have one grandmother left and I haven't seen her in awhile. I think I should fix that in the near future :)

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      anonymous 5 years ago

      What a lovely tribute to your Grandmother who sounds like she was one of those living gems that was beautiful both inside and out and shined in every direction, a treasure you now carry in your heart for sure.

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      Millionairemomma 5 years ago

      All of my family! Well written and touching.

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      Millionairemomma 5 years ago

      A loving and very touching lens.

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      Ruthi 5 years ago

      What fabulous memories of your Grandmother you have shared. Blessings and a bit o' sunshine to you and to the Love you remember.

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      Rose Jones 5 years ago

      One more Squid Angel Blessing - really a no-brainer here for this high quality lens. Pinned to my board "Love" and Facebook liked. Your granny was a lot like my mother.

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      Laraine Sims 5 years ago from Lake Country, B.C.

      I have pictures of me with my grandmothers but I was very young when they died. I used to adopt older ladies as my grandmothers. I would have loved to share yours. Angel blessings!

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      miaponzo 5 years ago

      Wow! Your grandmother was amazing! And beautiful, too! We can all take huge lessons from her example! Blessed!

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      norma-holt 5 years ago

      Great lens and what a lovely lady to pay tribute to. Blessed. Hugs

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      megabu717 5 years ago

      Beautiful tribute. Thank you.

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      Darcie French 5 years ago from Abbotsford, BC

      What a lovely story of unconditional love, made me cry tears of happiness. Thank-you for sharing this lovely lady with us :)

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      Pam Irie 5 years ago from Land of Aloha

      This was a lovely tribute to your Grandmother. What a sweet woman!

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      Wednesday-Elf 5 years ago from Savannah, Georgia

      I think we had the same grandmother! Love, kindness toward not just granddaughters, but all people whether they deserved it or not, patience, perseverance no matter the odds, strength of character, sweetness, caring & giving.... and, again.... much, much love. Thank you for sharing your grandmother stories.

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      slotowngal 6 years ago

      A lovely lens! Thank you for sharing. Angel blessed! :-)

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      Krafick 6 years ago

      Beautiful lens. Unfortunately I didn't view my grand-mother as I should have when I was young. I've spoken about it in Regrets. Rafick

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      Kathy McGraw 6 years ago from California

      Now this is what a grandmother should be...love and more love. Your time together sounds so perfect, and as we know the memories will always bring that warmth into your heart. Blessed :)

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      Lorelei Cohen 6 years ago from Canada

      Your grandmother sounds like an amazing lady. You were very lucky to have her to call your own. Best wishes.

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      slotowngal 6 years ago

      Lovely tribute to your Grandmother.... angel blessed!squ

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      KimGiancaterino 6 years ago

      Wonderful stories! I was once tricked into eating rabbit as a child and cried for hours. Your grandmother was indeed a grand lady and I can see why you miss her so much.

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      Ann Hinds 6 years ago from So Cal

      I have to also say my mother. Great tribute to your grandmother. Angel blessed.

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      needatitleokc 6 years ago

      my mother

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      ohcaroline 7 years ago

      My best friend is a definition of love. She puts up with all my faults, shortcomings, and everything else and yet accepts me wholeheartedly, just as I am.

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      anonymous 7 years ago

      At one time I had two grandmothers and a great-grandmother. Alas no more. But is was nice to see my great-grandmother treat my grandmother like any mother would a daughter. Yes she had to sit and take comments like "Agnes worked in a munitions factory during the war, didn't we have enough problems with the Germans. Ah families.

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      Mary Beth Granger 7 years ago from O'Fallon, Missouri, USA

      What wonderful memories you have! Blessed by a Squidangel!

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      Cynthia Sylvestermouse 7 years ago from United States

      @Christene-S: Thank you so much Christene for blessing this lens. It is probably my own personal favorite.

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      Christene-S 7 years ago

      Blessed by a SquidAngel :)

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      CannyGranny 7 years ago

      What a wonderful account! I could never hope my grandchildren to remember me like this

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      Holley Web 7 years ago

      I think you know, without me going into a lot of detail how much this touched me. The love of a grandmother is very special. A beautiful from the heart lens.

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      Alfiesgirl LM 7 years ago

      Wow..if i had to write a lens about what Love is to me you know what?...i would also write about my Nan, in fact our lenses would be so similar that it is freaky..Thankyou for bringing my Nans love to me through this lens ..though i didn't eat a squirrell...mine was a pigeon..lol..the only greater gift you can give than love...is life..5*

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      Virginia Allain 7 years ago from Central Florida

      What a lovely tribute to your grandmother. This is a great way to preserve her memory and share it with others.

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      Evelyn Saenz 7 years ago from Royalton

      What a wonderful tribute to your grandmother. She reminds me of both of my grandmothers. What a treasure to have your grandmother as a part of your life.

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      sheriangell 7 years ago

      This is so sweet - made me miss my grandmother.

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      Patricia 7 years ago

      Blessed!

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      Patricia 7 years ago

      Thank you for featuring this lens on here. I lensrolled yours to mine and I think I will put yours on mine too since they are similar. I love reading about your grandmother she sounds wonderful. The moonshine story was interesting.

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      anonymous 7 years ago

      You were so lucky to have a Grandmother like her. Beautiful tribute. 5* and lensroll.

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      MysticFirefly 8 years ago

      So very well written...enjoyed every sentence of it! I am happy for you to have had such a wonderful grandmother!

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      Alisha Vargas 8 years ago from Reno, Nevada

      What a wonderful woman! And a wonderful lens about her! It's too bad there aren't more beautiful people in the world like her.

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      puzzlerpaige 8 years ago

      Your grandmother sounds like the perfect grandma. I love your stories. Yes, eveyone should have a grandma like that!

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      Davidfstillwagon 8 years ago

      What a wonderful lens about a very special person!

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      Mary Beth Granger 8 years ago from O'Fallon, Missouri, USA

      Very nice lens! Sounds like you had a wonderful Grandmother!

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      WindyWintersHubs 8 years ago from Vancouver Island, BC

      Sweet Lens. What a lovely grandmother. :)

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      Seeking Pearls 8 years ago from Pueblo West

      This is a wonderful and expressive lens. Every story of was a joy to read. I especially liked the moonshine memory. How funny. 5* favorite and lens rolled. Great Job!!!

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      GrowWear 8 years ago

      What a terrific grandmother you had. Being a grandmother myself, I know how she felt giving you comfort after the new-car incident. :)

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      V1 8 years ago

      I liked the story of the horrific squirrel hurl.

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      Jennifer P Tanabe 8 years ago from Red Hook, NY

      Wow, what a wonderful lady, and what a wonderful tribute to her. Love it!

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      anonymous 8 years ago

      Thank you for sharing this lovely story about a remarkable woman, your Grandmother. She sounds like she was a very special woman indeed.