Childhood memories are some of our most precious memories we will ever have.
Our parents and grandparents played a pivotal role in the creation of those memories.
I came across this blog entry the other day that I think is very good and made me start thinking about my grandmothers. Here are the first two paragraphs..
"Time has a
way of breaking up our memory into fragments of miniscule
Pieces so fragile and delicate that they get caught up in the
winds of time and strewn along the pathway of life, and eventually
Trying to capture and preserve them within the confines of our mind becomes exceedingly impossible as time goes by, and slowly they begin to vanish for good… buried forever in the past."
This is how a blogger that goes by "hh" begins a recent post. Her post is about her childhood memories of both grandmothers.
It's a tribute really. A tribute to her grandmothers and to the lives that they lead.
The post is both sad and sweet as your recounts her fond memories of childhood and those not so fond.
She tells of how, while still a young girl, she went to wake up her ammamma, who had overslept.
"Ammamma startled, tried to get up and then fell back on the bed. She had had a stroke and she became paralyzed on one side of her body."
"Over and over she tried (to get out of bed), and still the outcome was no different. She yelled for my parents and I vaguely remember them rushing into the room. The rest is a blur. I couldn't understand what had happened, but as I watched from a safe distance, I knew something had changed".
Her tribute begins in the second half of her post and it is good reading. I recommend that you take a few minutes to read of hh's childhood memories of her two grandmothers.
...that whole tribute got me to thinking about my grandma!
My maternal grandmother was so good to me.
Velva Ledbetter (Maiden name Trammell) was born in 1919 and died in 1984. I was 19 when she died, so all the memories that I have of her are truly childhood memories.
Grandma was from Kentucky originally, but she and my grandpa moved to Oregon when my mother was just 7 years old. My mother is the second youngest of seven kids. Both grandma and grandpa wanted to keep my uncles from having to work in the Kentucky coal mines.
Grandma was a very generous woman. She gave freely of her time and of her meager income that she lived on. See, my grandpa died before I was born of black lung disease. Thus, the importance of moving away from those coal mines. It was a survivors pension, from the coal mines, that grandma lived on.
I spent the night at grandma's house every chance that I had.
When I was quite young, she would teasingly scare my younger brother and I when she would take out her false teeth and put them in a glass of water for the night.
Then she would grin at us...and we would run out of the room, play-screaming!
Then we'd creep back into her room and dare her to smile at us again...without those teeth.
Kind of strange, I know. She would get a "kick" out of our reaction. I can still remember how she would laugh and laugh about that.
Grandma was the first person, that I knew, with cable TV. As a young teen, the ESPN channel was important to me.
I don't think there was a morning that we didn't wake up, in her house, to the smell of a big southern-style breakfast. She would get up early and cook for us eggs, biscuits, fried apples, salt pork and gravy!
If you have ever been to a restaurant called "The Cracker Barrel" then you will understand why that is one of my favorite restaurants. Besides the great southern food....it reminds me of grandma.
My childhood memories of grandma are priceless to me.
I have written about her in journals and have stories about her recorded in various other forms, but besides just wanting to tell you a bit about her today, I am being double-sure that her stories will remain available to my children.
My plan is that this website will be around for many, many years....longer than I even will be around.
If all else failed, hopefully my kids will be able to learn of their great-grandma by finding it via a web search someday.
Feel free to share a story or memory of your grandmother...or your grandfather as well. You can do it anonymously or or by name. I'll leave that up to you.
Using the form below, you can also include a picture of your grandma or grandpa.
The one thing that I lack, are that many pictures of my grandma. It's probably because she avoided the camera like the plague. My mom has most of those that exist. I'll have to get onto her (again) about getting me some copies.
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