Today marks 20 years since my grandmother – the only grandparent who lived long enough for me to know them – passed away.
This morning at breakfast the little Ks and I were looking at some pictures and talking about Grandmama, and I was telling them (again, because I come from storytelling stock; stories are meant to be shared) some Grandmama stories.
Grandmama would have gotten a kick out of them.
Last year on Mother’s Day, I posted the above picture with the below caption:
I would never be able to reflect on my mom and her impact on my life without thinking about what I know about her mom’s impact on her life, but the two are all the more intertwined at Mother’s Day. My grandmama died the day before Mother’s Day 19 years ago – I can’t believe it’s been almost 20 years.
My grandmother taught my mother how to sew, who taught me how to sew (even if once that included sewing over my own fingers). My grandmother taught my mother how to cook, who taught me how to cook (although it was Grandmama herself that taught me molasses cookies). My grandmother grew a beautiful snowball bush from clippings and…my mom got a black thumb from somewhere and passed that on to me. Hey, not all skills can be legacied.
The top picture is one of the only ones I had with my dad’s mom, who died when I was a few months old. I never really got to know her, but I’m glad I got to meet her.
I was making trip passports for the girls to put stamps in, when I realized we didn’t have a family crest to go on the front. Forget laundry, this took precedence. Obviously.
Our family motto (at least our tripping motto) is “Vita est iter, non habitum”. In case you took German in high school (or some other non-romance language that doesn’t help with Latin), that’s (roughly) “Life’s a journey, not a destination.” Thanks, Aerosmith!
The colors of white on blue represents peace and sincerity built on a foundation of truth and loyalty.
The cross is a symbol of Christian faith.
The crowned eagle with wings extended symbolizes authority, bravery, ingenuity and protection.
The wreath of laurels is a sign of triumph and perseverance, and the green field was originally so I could see better see the design as I was making it, but we left as a symbol of hope, joy and loyalty in love.
With the PBSKids.org site we usually haunt down (turned out to be user error -oops), we looked for a new kid friendly puzzle game to play. We found the game site on Disney.com and the girls were excited to try a game based on their favorite Disney show, “Jessie, and wanted me to share on the blog how much they liked it.
“We play by putting clothes where the hangers are and what happens is when you make an outfit, well, if you have a shirt, shoes, and pants, what happens is it goes on Jessie!” – Kaitlyn Continue reading
It is a very poorly kept secret that I love coffee.
It’s more than just drinking coffee (although a cup of coffee is a reward in and of itself); it’s all that coffee represents.
I liked coffee ok before I became a mom, but then coffee took on new meanings. Continue reading
Apropos of nothing (as is her modus operandi), Kourey asked me “Mom, why do we pray to God to eat peas?”
Caught off-guard (as is my general response), I intelligently said, “What?”
“You know, when ‘we pray the blessings and we pray for peas’,” she sang.
We talked about blessings, and meal blessings; we talked about peace (“It’s when there is no strife or struggles””What’s strife?””Um…struggles””It’s when there is no struggles or struggles?””Yeah””Hmm”) and peas. And I will never hear that song again without “We pray for peas” echoing Laura Story’s lyrics.
“Mom, will you PLEASE give me a math test?!?!”
I more often get requests for painting, coloring, reading, computer and TV; this one was a new request. And Kourey made it with such imploring in her voice that I simply had to say yes.
I made an 8 question addition test, with a list of Continue reading
Tonight the girls donned ruffle socks, high ponytails and poodle skirts, and Keith topped his white t-shirt and jeans with his letterman’s sweater and took his best two girls (after Mommy, of course) to the hop.
“Let’s Go to the Hop!” was the 1950s Sock Hop theme of this year’s Father/Daughter dance at church. Here are some more great pictures from the dance:
I am a picky mug person. It has to have a certain heft, a certain thickness, a certain grip. I can’t describe it, but I know it when I see it.
One of the things I get as a souvenir on vacations is a mug. Who doesn’t love a pretty AND practical souvenir? Continue reading
My mom isn’t really a knick knack, country charm kind of decorator, but she had this one little sign in the kitchen that said “Cleaning the house while kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk while it is still snowing.”
My North Carolina snow experience had me translate this as “It is foolish Continue reading
Kaitlyn has been working on the “My Promise, My Faith” award for Girl Scouts. It is about relating the lines of the Girl Scout Law to your faith.
In case you don’t have a Girl Scout, or were never a Girl Scout yourself, here is the law:
“I will do my best to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate and caring, courageous and strong, and responsible for what I say and do, and to respect myself and others, respect authority, use resources wisely, make the world a better place, and be a sister to every Girl Scout.”
Kaitlyn picked the line “Make the World a Better Place,” and related it to the parable of the Good Samaritan. She says a great way to make the world a better place is to help other people, even if they are not like you. I agree! Great thinking, Kaitlyn.
Another step Continue reading
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