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

The Castle-Builder

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THE CASTLE-BUILDER        

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks

A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes, 

 A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,

 And towers that touch imaginary skies.

A fearless rider on his father’s knee,  

An eager listener unto stories told

At the Round Table of the nursery,    

Of heroes and adventures manifold.

There will be other towers for thee to build;    

There will be other steeds for thee to ride;    

There will be other legends, and all filled    

 With greater marvels and more glorified.

Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,  

 Rising and reaching upward to the skies;   

 Listen to voices in the upper air,      

 Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.

 ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Blessings on your day, and build your castles!  🙂  Lisa

Ode to Hot Water

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There was a time in my life when I romanticized living in the past…walking around with crinolined skirts all day, riding by horse and wagon to town, dancing in ballrooms.  You get the idea.  But the past few days showed me the wonders of our modern day and all its conveniences.  Like many others, we lost power due to the March snowstorm that hit the east coast.  No showers, no working toilets, no warm stoves and no computers.  And I realized how much I love those things and appreciate the marvels of technological advancements.  That first shower last night after the power roared back to life….I now feel moved to compose a tribute.  🙂

“Ode to Hot Water”

Sluggish, stiff and lank, the people waited

Stepping into steamy streams of warmth, they rejoiced

Muscles relaxed, scents of soaps and shampoos surfaced

Standing longer than they should, the water surrounded and comforted

For a time, the people did not take for granted

If you are blessed with hot water and warmth today, rejoice!  Slainte, Lisa