My grandma made me my most favorite blanket in the whole world. Unfortunately I didn't like her too much when she dyed it pink again because it was thrashed. But I liked my mom even less when she made me put it away in a box when I was 12! Fortunately my grandma loved me so much, she made me a new blanket then :)
When we lived in California, I always remember spending Christmas with my grandparents in San Diego. We would all sit around the Christmas tree and my grandpa would pass out presents. It seemed to take all morning, but it was nice to not have it so rushed!
My grandma use to say a little poem to me "I have a little shadow, that goes in and out with me, But what could be the use of it is more than I can see..." She may have recited more than that, but that's the part I remember. She use to tell me that when I would follow her around the house and try to help her. Do you think I should have taken offense by that poem?!?!
She doesn't have it anymore, but my grandma use to have a rocking chair that was just big enough for an adult and a child. (Two adults don't fit - trust me I tried before it was thrown out!) I liked to sit with my grandma and watch Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. It was the perfect sized chair...
My grandparents had a beautiful garden. The best thing they grew were blackberries. I remember picking berries with my grandma and eating more than I was putting in my basket. Then she made FABULOUS jam with the berries. To this day, regardless of the berries, whenever my mom makes jam, I always ask - "Is it Grandma's jam?"
I loved talking with my grandma. She was never a big phone talker, but I knew she loved letters so I tried to send her a card or letter every couple of months. I knew she appreciated it when two months later, she would mention how much she loved the card and how she had put it in a special place.
My grandma loved quilting. She always had one project or another going on. I remember that when she use to visit us when we were little, my mom would always have a quilt up for my grandma to work on. I use to love to sit and read books underneath the quilt while my grandma quilted.
My grandma and grandpa say this every time they get back to the house from going anywhere (even the grocery store) - "Home again, home again, never to roam again." As much as I miss her, I know that she is really home now.
