Grandma was the strongest woman I ever knew. She came up out of the Great Depression, married her one great love, and made it through some incredibly hard times... but she was also the kindest, warmest light in my life. No matter how chaotic or hard my home life may have been, once we rounded the corner into the farmyard and heard her hearty "Howdy do!", we were home.
Her face would light up when we came tumbling into her, and her arms made everything bad go away. Every child should have that. As it was, I got to share her with my own daughter for all too short a time. We lost her just as Steven was born, the day after we found out he would pull through and survive his early birth. Even though she never held him in those arms in life, I know in my heart she has carried him more than once when he needed her.
|I wasn't amused?|
|Laura and her Gammy|
I worried Steven would miss the start in life Laura got with her "Gammy", since my own mother just wasn't the type, but the minute my mother-in-law laid eyes on him, there it was. Vivian was just a smile come to life. The first time I met her, she sat down and pulled a pair of shoes out of her purse, and we were friends from that moment on.
You never knew what she might pull out of that handbag, heck, it was often a surprise to her! I'm pretty sure the kids thought it was magic, as if she might fall into Narnia if she dug too deep for things to occupy them in church.
She gave them the love I had from my own grandmother, along with some purse-raisins and a story. We all knew that under that veneer of Church Dignity, that twinkle in her eye was just a giggle waiting to escape.
|I don't remember exactly what she said to crack everyone up, but it may have been a wee bit naughty.|
She was full of surprises. :)
I'm not sure how I got so lucky to have had these wonderful women in my life to teach me, but if I'm ever blessed with grandchildren, they have my back.
Thankful doesn't even begin to cover it.