Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Memories indeed

There have been a couple of the thirty-day-challenge entries that I had problems with, subjects that just didn't immediately speak to me.  I'd ponder off and on for hours and finally, by stretching my imagination, I'd come up with something, whether from the past or the present.  
Today's topic presented me with a unique problem: at the age of sixty-seven, memories are abundant.  My problem was choosing one out of thousands; thank goodness Grandma Stevens came to mind.  
I have lots of pictures of Grandma, but the first one that came up in a search on my computer was one of her standing by her house, near the door we walked through when we visited her.  I looked no further.  
Her house was the center of many holiday activities, a place that never seemed to change.  A kid could count on it being the same year after year.  In my mind I can still walk through that house: I can see Grandma rolling out noodles at the kitchen cabinet; or sitting in her rocking chair in the living room crocheting as she listened to "One Man's Family" on the radio; or writing letters to friends on a Sunday afternoon.  I can see her upstairs at the quilt frame making beautiful quilts, one stitch at a time. 
It wasn't a big house, so when all the uncles, aunts, and cousins gathered, it was jam-packed, but somehow there was enough room for everybody.  
Five children were born and raised there.  In my mother's story (on the sidebar with her picture), my mom mentions a preacher who came and stayed with them.  He was a carpenter, so he helped my grandfather add the upstairs to the house.  They would work on the house all day, then go to church each night and the preacher would preach.    
Because my parents moved often, there was something very reassuring about Grandma's house being there, rock-solid, something I could count on to remain the same. 

This was taken a couple of years before Grandma died.  She went out to feed table scraps to the dog and I took the snapshot.  I love this picture because it's so natural, I can almost hear her speaking.


  1. Vicki8:08 AM

    Such sweet memories. My Grandma's house never changed either, I can still see her at the stove, that's where she always was when we arrived. Vicki

  2. Wonderful picture of your grandma. Great memories too!

  3. Anonymous1:25 PM

    What a simply glorious picture!

    Seniors from that era in time have wonderful stories & experiences to share. Approaching seniorhood myself (I'm 55) I wonder if my stories & experiences will be even half as grand.

  4. Wonderful to hear. Such precious memories. Grandmas hold a special place in our hearts.

  5. she sounds like a special lady.


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