A Life Well Lived

One hundred years ago today my grammy was born.  She has been gone now for twelve years but I still miss her.  She had a great amount of influence on my life.
 
When I was talking to my mom the other day (Mom is Grammy’s baby), I told her I was trying to figure out what made Grammy so great.  I don’t remember her being a cuddler.  She was no nonsense.  However, she was available.  Always available to clean a knee or strain the oatmeal that was too lumpy for my older sister (Sis didn’t like oatmeal so she made that excuse.  I don’t remember if she ate it after it was strained.  Gotta ask her). 
 
Well, Mom said that Grammy most certainly was a cuddler.  It was the Parkinson’s she had later in life that took away her confidence in being able to hold a little one.  Still, Mom said, she followed each greatgrandchild with her eyes and held them that way.  Also, Grammy had an aura about her, said Mom, that made her someone that children and adults alike wanted to be around.
 
Grams’ life started out very roughly.  She was born of an Italian born "princess" who sucked all the life out of her first husband, Gram’s father, who died early on.  Greatgrandma was cruel to my gram but couldn’t break her spirit.  Thank God Grammy had a stepfather who loved her dearly.  (To give you an idea how horrible my greatgrandmother was, when her second husband died he hadn’t left her the information for any monies he might have had in the bank!)
 
Going into the work force, Gram worked in an office at first.  She told me of the pranks she played on her co-workers such as putting an elastic band around the wrist of one gentleman’s suit jacket.  When he tried to put it on, he couldn’t get his hand through the sleeve!  Oh, how I laughed hearing her stories!
 
Jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, she married my grandfather.  Don’t get me wrong!  I loved my grandfather.  They weren’t a match made in heaven though.  Blessedly, they had three children together and Gram fulfulled a dream in having them.  From what I can tell, and from what Mom tells me, her children adored her.  She was hands on in their lives. 
 
The first eight years of my life we lived upstairs from my grandparents in a two-family house.  When we would get up before our parents, we would go downstairs for breakfast.  She would ask us in a scolding voice where our mother was.  Sleeping.  We were not intimidated by that scolding tone!  Breakfast was served!
 
When we moved to a town about a mile and a half away from Gram my sister and I would walk to her house (that was when it was still safe for an eight and eleven year old to walk around without an adult.)  Nothing could keep us away from her.
 
When she passed, we cried.  Oh, how we cried.  During my recent conversation with Mom I got all choked up talking about her.  At the funeral home, the crowd was amazingly large.  She had touched so many lives and had so greatly influenced her children and grandchildren that people who knew her and people who knew us came to pay their last respects and to comfort us.
 
I could go on and on about Grammy but I think I have drawn enough of a picture here.  I miss you Grammy.  See you on the other side. 
 
Blessings, gail

25 responses to “A Life Well Lived

  1. NEW POST! NEW POST!
     
    Of course I will gallop over to read your new post… I am doing a blog-hopping day today! It’s niee to do again.
     
    I’m very VERY thrilled about becoming a grandmother! I think I’ll be the "cool" grandma… but anyway :-S
     
    Lots of hugs from this grandma to be. And I love the sentimental thoughts you have regarding yours. I hope mine will remember me with warmth and love as well.
     
    Again ~ have an awesome weekend G ~
     
    Love, L~

  2. What a lovely legacy to leave your grandchildren; I hope my someday-grandkids remember me as fondly. My Grandmother was a huge influence on my life (she indroduced me to Jesus) & one of my few regrets is that she died (19 yrs ago) before she could meet Chris & my children.
    RE: my "award"- drop by weimegirl’s for the silly background 😛

  3. Oh, what a sweet post.
    I feel so sickened by the media frenzy around this poor woman’s sad sorry life.  They glorify it like it is something to be praised.  What a statement of our society. 
    I just need a baby to hold.  That will make everything better!!!
    lol~  Ronna

  4.  
    I come from a long line of stoic, less-than-cuddly grandmothers. I, however, tend to break that cycle.
     
    I’ve often told my children that I will consider my life a success if they have children who love to read, love to laugh, and love to love.
     
    I want those to be my legacy.
     
    This was very loving, Gail. I’m sure Grammy is wiping her tears and showing it to all her old-gramma friends in heaven. And bragging about you, too!
     
     

  5. well it’s good to hear that you loved her so much…i mean that is what family is for right?!?! 
     
    :o) smiles easy to give away they are free… :o) very contagious… :o) so pass one to anyone … :o) to people that you love… :o) and even to those you don’t… :o) in no time the whole world will be smiling :o)

  6. 100 years!!!
    Wonderful share and nice tribute.
    It is amazing what can transpire and change in 100 years.
    Did you ever wonder what it would be like in the year 2000 when we were graduating from High School?
    Now we are approaching 2010 and the Hipster is going to be a grandma.
    As the world turns eh.
    Have a wonderful weekend Super G, Greg

  7. What a lovely tribute to your gram!  That was awesome the way you spoke so lovingly of her.  I know she must be smiling down from heaven.  It’s amazing how we always remember those who influenced us in a special and loving way.  Your granddaughter will feel the same way about you:)  Hugs.

  8. Ciao G,
    Thank you so much for your visit.
    Yes, I am feeling much better now, but I sure had been very sick, but so so so thankful and so so so happy now that I am feeling better. Thank you so very much for caring…it was very kind of you.
    I hope that you have a wonderful weekend my dear friend.
    God Bless You G.
    (¯`v´¯)`*.¸.*´¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨)(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•                  Hugs & Kisses                      Love                     Shelley                       xXx

  9. Your grandma sounds like mine too..and I love my grandma very much..she’s a woman of prayer too. 🙂 and she loves everyone of her grandchildren…and greatgrandchildren… how precious!
     

  10. I remember those days when it was safe to walk to school.  In Alabama we had to ride our bikes five miles to play with our cousins ~chuckles~.  About the only thing you had to worry about were young drunk drivers, and back then in Alabama you could drink and drive at the same time.
     
    My grandma died of a stroke a few years back too.  I know what made her great.  Everyone would always get mad at my grandma and grandpa because they would always take their youngest son Vance in.  He was always on drugs and ripping them off constantly, but they never stopped trying or caring.  They had something that is far and few in-between these days;  It’s called unconditional love.
     
    My Great-grandmother came over in a ship and covered wagon.  She was already 80+ years old by the time I got to understand who great grandma Bean was to me.
     
    My grandma would let us stay up all night eating ice cream and capn’ crunch ~chuckles~.  We’d watch Benny Hill at 2am.  There just seemed to be more love in grandparents than parents ~chuckles~  I don’t know why?  Maybe it’s because they can give ya back?  Perhaps it’s because they get wiser with age and no longer need to fight children? ~chuckles~.
     
    Now someone will think of you the same way in years to come ~hugs~.
     
    Love,
    Adam
     
     

  11. What a wonderful, sweet, tribute to someone you loved so much.  Happy 100th b-day grammy!  Thanks for sharing your memories.
     
    Take care,
    B

  12. Hi Mom,

    I am sure you missed such a wonderful lady. Well, I am not that far. My favorite is my grand mother too… She’s the one who raise me, my sister, my brother up when my mom and dad is out for work during day time.

    Well, I am kind of person who hates eating and I am the one who get all the beatings from her for not eating (She always says, even now, that I am her favorite grand child because I always LISTEN even if she says the same story a millionth time).

    Well, You made me remember my grand mother, I gotta go fast and visit her this year coz she is already 90 years old and I don’t know how long will she survive.

    Take Care mom,
    Love & Prayers,
    Rhonald

  13. lovely grandma you had …sounds a lot like my maternal gran who we also lived with until I was 3 years old  and we moved ‘up the village’ but near enough to visit every day :-)I love to read about other peoples families ..being nosy ha ha ..interesting account g look forward to more .now I am ‘out & about’ I will visit your mam’s space ..
    btw after reading the previous post I am not surprised you tired …lol
     
    peace and joy be yours
     
    sandra  

  14. Ciao G.
       HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
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    , , , , , , , , ,(¯`v´¯), , , , , , , , ,`*.¸.*´, , , , , , , , ,¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨), , , , , , , , ,(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•                       Hugs & Kisses                            Love                          Shelley                            xXx

  15. i got sick…but thanx for hoping i didn’t…i was really hoping too…
    :o) smiles are contagious…so pass one to people that you love and those you don’t…and soon everyone will be smiling… :o)

  16. Such a beautiful post, Gail. Sounds like your grammy left behind quite a legacy. I only hope I can be remembered that way. When we pass on, all that’s left of us here is the memories within those whose lives we influenced. I hope to have that kind of influence.

  17. Her hands. I will always remember my gramma’s hands.  They are so soft and sweet.  Her mind is fading fast these days, but those hands just get sweeter and softer with time. My other gramma – her zest. She’s such a goer.  Always stopping by just for a bit because there is still so much to do.  It’s so great. She’s so active in the world. They’re in Mississippi right now working on a housing project with concerned christians.  Isn’t that cool.  Both her and her husband (my gramps died 23 years ago) in their seventies working away for the Lord. 
     
    I’m so glad you have such wonderful grams memories g.  I can only imagine what little Bells will remember about you. I pray that like me she will still be discovering more about you even as an adult.

  18. You are so fortunate to have such a wonderful grandmother to speak highly of and have such terrific memories and examples from.  Everyone should have a granny like that!
     
    Take care,
    Amy

  19. People like different spices on their Mahi mahi, but the best way to cook it up is with a grill and some aluminum foil, especially the renyolds release.
     
    You take a nice size lid that will fit over the fish.  When the grill is very hot you place the Mahi Mahi Steak on there with a piece of lettuce under it and a couple lemon wedges.  Put the lid over the top and baste with a laddle full of butter.  The lid keeps the style of meat to cook evenely.  Mahi Mahi, swordfish are layered meats and have a knack for uneven cooking.  The butter gives it a nice flavor.  Some people like to put their spices in the butter to baste with.  The most important thing is a nice thermometer.  As soon as that meat hits the mark for fish take it off.  Most people screw up a nice Mahi Mahi by overcooking it.
     
    Love,
    Adam

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