The home I grew up in is on the backside of my grandparent's farm. There were many days of my childhood spent at her home. My grandpa like my dad was a truck driver and gone for long periods of time. I would go to grandma's to give my mom a break and grandma some company. Grandma always mentions how I would play alone in the drive way with rocks. She had these cute little dolls that I also loved playing with. A few years ago she gave me the one that reminded her of me. I was beyond happy that it miraculously was one of very few things that survived the fire.
I think what makes my grandma so special to me is her strength. She may be tiny but she is not to be messed with. She managed to raise eight very wild children, often by herself. No one would have blamed her if she would have been done with kids but her home was always open to her grandchildren. Yes she did cry when my parents said they were going to be an extra day away but she simply gave my brother a bag of cookies and locked him outside. Yes some people may think that sounds horrible but first it was the 80's and my brother Mike was a wild child. I blame him for the times I was naughty; he had to have deserved being hit in the head with the metal gun when Grandma said it was his turn.
|Dresses and Doll Grandma Made Me|
So few adults have the opportunity to have a relationship with their grandparents. I am beyond thankful that I have such wonderful grandparents and that I get this opportunity to have them be a part of my life. I could write so much more about my grandma but it would never do justice to how wonderful she is. Below is the paragraph I wrote for my aunt's book.
I think it might be impossible to write about just one memory of Grandma Millie. I have been so fortunate to have Grandma as a huge part of my life. My earliest memories are of my time I spent at her house growing up. I can’t have waffles without blueberry syrup because of her. I feel so lucky that her house was always a walk away; of course it wasn’t a walk a four and six-year-old should have done alone but we did. There was nothing better making that hike through the woods and arriving to Grandma’s smiling face and a popsicle. If I was super lucky I got to go with her to town. If I was good which I always was, unlike my brother, I got to get a doll from Benfranklin’s. Grandma just knew how to make me feel special.
As an adult I still enjoy nothing more than walking up through the woods to her house. I even still have a popsicle when it is really hot. I have loved getting the opportunity to have her teach me crocheting and knitting techniques. I will treasure forever not only her knitting stuff but most importantly the time spent with her. Nothing brings me greater joy than curling up in one of the blankets she has made.