Lessons From My Grandmother

My Nannie and Granddaddy, when they got engaged.

The more years that I add to my life, the more I realize the wisdom of my grandparents. I was blessed with wonderful grandparents that were of the generation that worked hard, loved quietly, stayed steady, and complained little. I was young, self-absorbed, and took them for granted. But I loved them, nevertheless, and I pray that they knew that.

As hard days seem never-ending and compounding lately in our country and our world, I have particularly been thinking about my maternal grandmother, who we all called Nannie. She was born in 1902, into a big family. She faced many early hardships and losses. Family losses, major moves, the Great Depression, both World Wars.

But through it all, she kept going. She worked hard. She loved her family. She didn’t quit.

I am remembering, and I will try to do the same. Here are some random memories and lessons I have been thinking of:

  1. Hard work helps to overcome anxieties. Nannie must have had anxieties, but she worked. Hard. Cooking, canning, sewing, mending, babysitting grandchildren. And when she sat, she kept her mind busy with constant crossword puzzles.
  2. Saving things for a rainy day is a good idea. Having gone through the depression and WWII, Nannie knew about economic challenges and shortages. She saved foil and plastic bags. She would wash them carefully, dry them, and fold to use again. She reused gift wrap and bows. She had reusable glass jars and wooden pegs and rope. We used to laugh about all the things Nannie had in her basement, but now I understand. She was ready for anything. She did not waste and randomly buy new things. She was careful with the family money.
  3. Music helps to calm and buoy the soul. Nannie loved music, especially the tunes of her Irish grandmother. She would hum them frequently, and loved watching The Lawrence Welk Show and Joe Feeney.
  4. Loving your husband, your children, and your grandchildren is a noble and wonderful thing. Nannie and Granddaddy met each other in 6th grade, and loved each other almost immediately. He loved her smile. They didn’t get married until she was twenty-five for various reasons, but they had a solid, steady relationship. The biggest smile I ever saw on Nannie’s face was one particular Christmas, when he held her hand, and she smiled at him. They were usually so busy, that I had never seen that before. But it deeply affected my child’s heart. Nannie showed her love to her children and grandchildren by cooking amazing foods, sewing them clothes, mending, being there always.
  5. Church and her faith in God were her bedrock. Nannie loved her church, her church family, her God. She always talked to us about it, and was a faithful member all her life. She is now a citizen of Heaven, and I so look forward to seeing her again. As the days continue, I am more and more thankful for my church family. They are there for us, supporting and praying. This will become more and more vital as these days become very challenging.

I could write on and on with many more lessons from my grandmother. I’m sure many of you also have wonderful memories and lessons from your grandparents. I would dearly love to hear any of them that you would care to share.

Love and blessings to you, Lisa

7 thoughts on “Lessons From My Grandmother

  1. What a lovely tribute to your Grandparents, Lisa. I am certain they read this! And smiled, right along with God. Beautiful sentiments and so very true. Keep on going and love family and God. What else is there but “trust God and do good”? Thanks for the memories, as they say . . . . . . 🙂

  2. Lisa, how you have touched my heart today I will never be able to tell you! You captured my mom and the life lessons she taught all of us “to the letter!” I am so grateful your Nannie impacted your life in so many special and profound ways. Yes, she showed all of us how to live with strength and perseverance and with love of God and family as her main focus! People who worked harder than either of my parents did all of their lives, one could never find. However, we always knew we were loved and being cared for. Special memories you have certainly brought to my mind today, and I am grateful to you, Lisa….so very grateful! God bless you!

  3. Wonderful stories/memories! My Corcaigh grandmother and Largy’s Bridge (north?) grandfather sailed here when children (famine) and met later. They departed — one before I met him, the other when I was too little — but I knew from Grammy & other relatives that the Irish cherish kids! My Fr. Canadian grandmother (widowed long before I came along) married not so well. She used a teabag twice, always, made tissue flowers for vases and filled cute bottles of colored water for the windows, planted lilacs and pansies everywhere she lived, and rocked crazy kittens to sleep while humming hymns. She prayed the Rosary with neighbor Mrs Griffin nearly every day, both in their own tongues. ♥️

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