Remember when everyone on Facebook was making those lists of ’25 Things I Know”? Well, in the spirit of Throw-Back-Thursdays and Flash-Back-Fridays and because my blogging mind would rather be on summer vacation with my kids I’m re-posting an entry I made in a personal blog about five years ago. It reminds me of the importance of family, tradition and motherhood. I hope you enjoy!
Originally posted February, 2009:
I surprised myself today at my grandmother’s memorial service by being the first to stand up and speak about her. I was worried I might cry and not get anything out, and it was a little embarrassing but I’m glad I did it… for her! Besides what I shared that day,
the bold act alone was a sign of my love and loyalty to an amazing woman and grandmother who I miss very much.
Actually I’ve missed her for several years now. Sometimes it’s hard to remember my grandma Lois. Alzheimer’s has taken her away from us slowly over the last several years. First it was odd stories no one could confirm and then it became clear that she was no longer really her true self anymore.
Her true self was so fun! My best memories with her are all the fun shopping trips. I was lucky enough to be the eldest of her two granddaughters (& the only one for quite some time) and I benefited in many ways. Every Fall she would take me school clothes shopping and boy did we have shopping stamina in those days. We would shop for hours, take a break for lunch (and a serious strategizing session on what our best buys might be) and then it was back to it. She was always on a budget so I couldn’t get everything I wanted but it always seemed to turn out that she’d have some left over traveler’s checks from a summer trip and ‘those didn’t really count’ so inevitable, every time, I got that one extra item the budget wouldn’t allow. Those travelers checks were pure magic!
I guess, as it turns out, I’m one of the people who knew her and loved her best. Here are 25 Things I Know about my Grandma:
Lois was born and raised in Boulder, Colorado.
She was witty, self-deprecating and a total class act.
Her great-grandkids always put a smile on her face, even in the last days.
She hated getting her photo taken.
She was a Home Economics major in college and took the job of mom and home-maker very seriously.
She put herself together beautifully with bright jewel tones and silver jewelry to compliment her silver hair.
As a power shopper, she would have loved the deals we now get at Target and Nordstrom Rack.
She always served dessert. Ice cream cones were a pantry staple.
She would warm up my bed sheets with a hot water bottle when I spent the night.
She loved to hear that her fresh haircut made her look 10 year younger and that all the ladies walking the mall were sure to be envious.
Grandma always worried that she’d go bald but the truth of the matter was that she passed away with more hair than most of you reading this.
She worried more than most moms. In fact, she worried so much that no one else in the family felt the need to worry at all.
If you were close enough to her she showed you her sassy, smart-ass side.
Lois did a cart-wheel on her birthday every year until she turned 40.
Grandma collected music boxes.
Lois lived through the great depression and it influenced her for the rest of her life.
She traveled the world extensively but always got homesick about half way through a trip.
She built her dream house and lived there until just one year before she passed away.
The first time my grandpa asked her out on a date she said no cause she was washing her hair, and she really was. It was back in the day when you only washed it once a week so it was a legitimate excuse. She said yes the second time he asked and the rest is history.
My grandmother had five kids, including a set of twins. She didn’t know she was expecting two babies until the last month of pregnancy.
She loved marching band and banjo music.
She created beautiful Christmas traditions.
My grandma enjoyed my home and always asked if I was going to have more kids (I often think how much she would have adored my daughter).
She loved her husband more than anything and they walked hand in hand till the end.
She passed away five months after grandpa.
My grandma once told me that I’m in the best years of my life right now with my little kids and when she said it I believed her.