My paternal Grandfather loved flowers. He knew the names of every wild flower in the woods, and along the streams. No, not the botanical names, just what they were called by humans. He also planted many in the yard.
He had Touch Me Nots planted around, and loved to surprise kids with the seed pods popping open in their hands.
He also had Hollyhocks, I remember mostly bright red ones at the east side of the house, and the Hummingbirds hanging around. He would catch them, let us touch their feathers, then let them go. I think back now, and wonder how an 80+ year old man could be so spry.
I loved their house, no it wasn't fancy. There was 4 rooms downstairs, one was later divided to make room for an indoor bathroom and then the upstairs was divided into 3 rooms. I don't ever remember anyone actually using the upstairs, in fact it wasn't even furnished as living space. It was mostly storage, and made a good playhouse for the grandkids. I guess I was in my early teens before they had running water and indoor plumbing. Grandmother was a good cook, not fancy by any means, but everything tasted wonderful................ have you ever had fried biscuits? If there was any biscuits left over from breakfast, they were put in a skillet and 'fried' for lunch, with whatever else was on the table. They tasted wonderful with pinto beans.
I found a picture of my grandparents the other day, I'm going to scan it and put it here, soon. It is a poor quality 1960s shot of them on their front porch.
Oh to step back in time, and spend a day, an hour, or a year with that precious couple. They lacked a few days being married 72 years when my grandmother passed away, and grandfather followed close behind, 2 months and a few days later. She was 87 and he was 94.
3 comments:
This is such a sweet post. Can't wait to meet these wonderful people. You know they are waiting for you to come play along the creeks there.
What a wonderful memory post, Jettie. You should do more of these for your grandkids to have someday. I felt like I was right there with you. I had a sweet gramma like that, too...but her hubby (my Mohter's father) was a terrible old angry man. He died when I was about 10 and my gramma must have felt like she was let of prison. xo Diana
Isn't it wonderful to have such precious memories? I always cry when I read a couple have been married so many years and one passes away and almost immediately the other one does. Kinda like the Mourning Doves. If one of them die, they other one mourns itself to death.
Sweet post.
Judy
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