For Part 1 of this letter https://joyful2beeblogs.com/2020/03/08/dear-grandmother-t/ Dear Grandmother P, I understand you now in ways I never thought I would. I too had a happy marriage at first. Then things changed after the first four or five years. I now know the behavior I saw in you as weakness and frailty were the signs of … More Dear Grandmother P. (Part 2)
Dear Grandmother P, I’ve thought of you often since your death over thirty years ago. I came to the conclusion that I never truly knew you until recently. Several observations about my own life and marriage brought understanding and a growing admiration of you, your strength, and more compassion for you. You see, Grandmother, I … More Dear Grandmother P. (Part 1)
Of my two grandmothers, my country grandmother was the one I knew the best. There was something about my mother’s mother which was charming and endearing. Her life had many hard times at the beginning, the middle and the end (which I shared March 3.) But her last years were some of her happiest. Her … More My Country Grandmother
My grandmother, Nina Alexander, was born in 1901, 36 years after the Civil War. Nina spent her earliest years on her family farm in Georgia. She lost four of her ten siblings, during her youth. (Death at an early age was not uncommon during those times.) When her diabetic father died from complications from a … More My Maternal Grandmother’s Early Life
Have you ever had a close friendship with someone but lost touch with them over the years? One of you moves away, gets too busy to write, or even call. You feel sad that all of those memories of shared experiences fade in your memory and evidently theirs too. So after a few years of … More Coincidences?
When I was two years old my uncle gave me a “real live,” Smokey the Bear”, teddy bear for Christmas. Smokey had a hat, badge and shovel, which was lost so early on that I don’t remember them. But somehow the plastic belt with a metal buckle with his name, “Smokey,”on it lasted many years. … More My Inner Child Is Alive and Well
I am thankful for my childhood memories. One memory is the sensation of touching soft things and the comfort they brought. Touching softness can illicit feelings of happiness, security, warmth, comfort, and/or peace. Don’t believe me? How does a warm fuzzy soft blanket feel on a cold day? How does sitting with a warm, cat … More Thankful for Soft Memories
