My Wonderful Little Step Grandmother Who Changed A Town.
My Wonderful Little Step Grandmother Who Changed A Town
Sunday, February 13, 2011
My step Grandmother is no doubt in Heaven. I never knew much about her. When I was a little boy my mother would polish my black shoes, and dress me up nice because I had to spend time with my step grandmother.
She lived in Hammond, Louisiana in a very nice wooden home on a nice street in town where there were beautiful oak trees. Her home was simply beautiful, and her yard was kept neat and clean by a gardener that her adopted son may have hired. I never met her son in my life, but he had a name that seemed German.
She was very sweet. Her hands would shake. She was so very old, and very kind, and very thoughtful. She lived alone. She was the second wife of my now deceased Grandfather. I guess I could say she was and elderly widow, although the term widow seems to not be proper enough to describe her.
Her head would tremble too. I thought of her being fragile enough to break like a fine China doll. Come to think of it, she may have suffered from Parkinson's disease.
She was kind of a short small little fragile lady. She looked as if she all ways wore makeup , enough to go down town.
I was and active little boy, but at her house I was as quiet as a church mouse, and I always spoke with manners to her.
It was kind of a duty for me to go there. My mother would say that it was time for me to visit my step grandmother.
She grew some very little small miniature oranges on her porch. They hung from beautiful vines. She would pick one just for me.
She was very quiet. She would tell me it was time for me to take a nap even if I was not sleepy. So I would lie down and watch fan blades turn slowly round and round and round as I looked and studied old oval picture frames ,and the young people in them that wore clothes of long ago.
My deceased grandfather was young enough to be sitting on a saddle horse in one of her old oval pictures.
One of my uncles did not like her much because he said and awful thing about her . He said that when my grandfather was terribly ill and dying the old lady did not want to be close to him.
As and older boy I told that uncle that everyone handles death in different ways so leave her be. I defended her. My grandfather was a rough man anyway, and he was mean to my first grandma so if my step grandma did not want to be around him at that particular time, she must have had good reasons for it.
My mother told me something about my step grandmother that I found interesting. My step Grandmother could not have a baby of her own so she adopted one. She went threw all the procedures as required ,and she was able to adopt a baby.
Mom said she was very happy to have a baby of her own , but the baby was not of fair color. The baby she loved and cherished with all her heart was taken away from her.
Mom told me that almost killed my step grandmother because she loved her baby so much , and begged to keep it.
Mom said that she was never the same after her baby was taken away from her. That happened many years ago.
Later she adopted another baby, or a child. I never met him, but he was good to his mother , and must have loved my step mother very much . His picture was in one of her oval frames on her living room wall.
My step Grandmother purchased a large statue of the Blessed Mother many years ago, and she made a promise that I do not remember what it was about. She had a Chapel built for the Saint Mary statue, and to this day our town has the statue moved from the Chapel to the Catholic Church every year. For a day or so the statue remains in the church and then it is returned to the chapel on a back road of town.
There is a parade to the chapel that is popular today. Hundreds of people watch as the Blessed Mother Statue is carried on a large platform by many men to and from the Catholic Church. People walk for a few miles to bring the statue back to the Chapel. It is large festival now. My step grandmother started it all.
Over the years in my life I have visited the chapel. Sometimes I would say prayers there for people that are very sick or ill. I prayed for Becky to live when she was born. I prayed for Joann to live when her doctor said she nearly died bringing Becky in the world.
Her doctor said that Joann's blood pressure went up so high that the baby was poisoned by Toxemia . The doctor told me that they both might die. I prayed in a hospital chapel, and in a church , and at my step Grandmother's chapel.
Becky will one day be the little girl in my dreams standing by her mother in front of a dress shop . I see how tall she stands as she studies the lovely little white gown that hangs on a show room window wall.
Life has it's ways. Sometimes we grow old before our time. However I am a contented person because I always have believed Becky and Joann made me realize how wonderful life truly is.
The world is a great place. It is filled with beautiful colors , and beautiful living things.
My step Grandmother would fix a neat cut sandwich, and place it in aa old fashioned plate. And she always served it to me with a glass of milk.
I am glad I got to know a little about her many years ago. She is long gone now with many other souls I cherished .
God Bless Everyone.