- Family and Parenting
Perfect Love-My wonderful grandparents.
My Grandparents on their 50th Wedding Anniversary.
You are a teenage and visiting your Grandparents house. You could think of many ways to spend the day, this not being at the top of your list, but it's one of those family things, so we try to make the best of it.
My Grandparents were amazing, I might add. My Grandmother would always bake her favorite molassses cookies. Now I am from a big family, a family of nine children. She served each of us her homemade molasses cookies and milk. Grandpa was sitting in his rocking chair on the front porch when we arrived. As I took those few steps to the porch and as I was coming towards the door, Grandpa would snatch me up and sit me on his lap, giving me one of his great big bear hugs. Many times he would take us across the street to the local grocery store and buy us ice cream. It was a nice treat.
Now on my fathers side of the family, I can recall the summer months staying with my grandmother. I have many fond memories of her, and time spent together. This is where I was offered my first cup of Tea, and from that day forward not a day goes by that I would miss the opportunity to sip on a cup of tea. She served warm apple pie along with a chunk of cheddar cheese. We reminissed about many things with the recent passing of my grandfather. They were inseparable, and she could not seem to move past this. I can still see her pansies, she planted in old tires. She was a wonderful part of my life, and will always remember her tenderness and love she passed on to many.
So here we are visiting my grandparents, I sit politely and quietly and act like I am listening as our parents and our grandparents discuss family matters, and of course our "family history" was the number one topic. Then, your grandmother says something that sparks your imagination. She refers to your great-grandfather and the trip he made to America from Ireland. What, you ask?
Grandma smiles, know that at some point we will all wonder about our origin, and here you are wondering about yours. She unravels a story of your family escaping persecution and settling in upstate New York. Next she invites you into her room, where she opens a large chest that has sat at the foot of her bed, as long as you can remember. A rush of cedar, along with the smell of moth balls fills the room.
"I thought you might want to see this," she explains handing you a black and white photo in an antiqued frame. "It's your great grandpa, she explains" The only thing stiffer than his collar, was his expression. "Oh here is a picture of your father, as she hands you another photo. It is of a cowboy wearing a wide brimmed hat, riding a horse.
Pieces of the puzzle
Piece by piece, the chest tells the family heritage. Soon you find that you are lost in a floor covered with old wedding gowns, photo albums, diplomas and bronzed baby shoes. Now before you leave, you find yourself the owner of something precious-A Heritage.
An ancestry, a beginning or an origin. You know that you are a part of a family tree. You aren't an isolated pond, but rather a part of a river winding through a great canyon.
Feeling far richer
You leave a richer person, thanks to your Grandmother. Knowing where you came from says much about where you are going.
This brings us to one point...The first book of the Bible, Genesis is a book of beginnings. God want us to know from where we came. Learning that will teach us much about the place that we are going and all he has in store for us!