My Blankie and my Grandma

This is my grandma. I loved this lady. She was an amazing woman and I still miss her. In fact I found my blankie that she made me when I was a baby yesterday while I was unpacking a few more boxes........ I started to cry. I wish she could have seen my kids, she would have loved them so much. She was the perfect grandma and set my standards for what a grandma is quite high! so high I don't think anyone had a chance to live up to it and one day I hope I come close. She was born in Skaro Alberta she married my dad's dad in 1939. (I will post a pic tomorrow of their wedding photo) Together they had 3 children, my dad being the youngest. My Uncle Dennis is the oldest, then she had a baby girl who died before she was 6 months old, I don't know her name she wouldn't talk much about it. Then my grandpa died when my dad was only 2 years old. He had had scarlet fever when he was younger and died from complications from that. She didn't talk about him either. I remember asking her questions and she would put her head down to hide her eyes from me and say in a quiet voice "I don't want to talk about it". I can't imagine loosing a baby like that and then your husband not so many years after. She re-married when my dad was 13. My Grandpa was also an amazing man that I love so much, I will write about him another time. I miss him too. He was a great man to my grandma calling her momma and together they were happy and a great example of love.

When I was really little they still lived in Edmonton and when I was about 5 or 6 I think, they moved to Chilliwack BC. We lived in North Vancouver at the time so it still felt like forever to get there! I loved going to their house and we would go for the weekends...........well I almost would go for the weekend we would cross the first bridge and I would feel bad that my mom was all alone and make my grandpa take me home so I could keep her company! just when she was thinking....finally a weekend off from 4 kids! sorry mom!!!

My grandma was your "typical" grandma. She was the best baker best cook and best seamstress you ever met! Her perogies melted in your mouth and she always had coffee crisps and red licorice for us! I still think of her when I eat those! She called me "Susie and Suzanne"as pet names, I don't know why, sometimes I wondered if that was her little girls name. She would rub my back and sing to me until I fell asleep when I slept over. She loved me intensely and I knew it and felt it and am so thankful for that. People say I look like her, well I don't think so too much but I definitely take after my dad's side of the family. I hope I am like her though. Sometimes I think I am. She was a strong lady full of grace. She had a sense of humor though and I remember shopping in Zellers with her and she tooted and she said "oops my bum burped" or "oops my bum is talking"! If she say someone who's pants were creeping up a bit she would say "look her bum is eating her pants" and she would giggle. Her favorite show was Golden Girls. Oh man how I miss her.

When I found my blankie I started crying thinking how sad it is that she never got to met my girls. She died a horrible death from liver cancer when I was 17. I took my blankie to Africa with me, I took it everywhere! I had just gotten home from YWAM in Kenya, Africa and she died about 2 months after. Everyone said she waited for me. I felt peace in Kenya knowing she was praying for me. I was the last one to see her at the hospital. I drove home that night and watched the sun set, the whole sky was red and I thought wow she is finally going to be with her daughter and see her family again. She loved the Lord and I love that I know I will see her again.

I slept with my blankie last night and thought about my grandma's life and my life. What we have both been through. We are strong and I felt a renewed strength that I can do this here without J home 10 days at a time. I can do a lot of things. I am my grandmother's grand daughter!

10 comments:

Ruth said...

aww
what a great post.

grandmas are a gift from God. mine didn't speak any english and i didn't speak any german so we communicated with our heart.

i miss mine too.

mom of 2 said...

What a wonderful story and memories of your grandmother! I feel the same way about my grandmother and so wished that she could have met my kids!

Morning Glory said...

What a great treasure -- your grandma AND your blankie. This was such a nice story.

Elle*Bee said...

What a wonderful tribute!

Ruth said...

What a great story about your grandma. I really miss mime too!

Yellow Mama said...

I don't remember my grandmother much, but I do often times miss my own Mother who died 11 years ago. It is during this time of Thanksgiving and Christmas, I would like to be able to call her for a recipe or just to talk. To everyone...enjoy your Mother's while you can...Thank you for the tears your post brought to me...tears of remembering my own special Mother...she would have been 88 this year.

theresa said...

What a wonderful story. It brought tears to my eyes.

Wave's Word said...

I did not have a grandma like yours but I want to be that grandma. I have memories of special times with my grandpa which I will post soon. My grandmother's I will need to think on it. Mine seemed shy or reserved on my mother's side. The other I only met 3 times.

mommaobrienx7 said...

That was a sweet sweet story! Thank you for sharing. I'm glad you found your special blanket.

Shash said...

K, I'm totally crying and laughing at the same time. I remember her well and miss the times we spent at their place, baking donuts and buns and of course the best cabbage rolls in the world. I miss my blankie, I gave it away when I was around 6 or 7 to a little girl who had come to Canada with nothing. I have all the blankets she made for me when I was older though -- she stuffed my hope chest full of towels, sheets and homemade quilts. I can hear her voice, giving Grandpa directions as they drove in that little blue car. Those are great memories La, thanks for sharing them and reminding me of such a great heritage we come from. I need to spend more time with my kids sharing these kinds of stories from my past.