Fun Mondays Treasure
We bought three "Grandmother Remembers" books for Christmas 1983. One for my mother, one for the hubby's Gram, and one for his mother.
Eighty-one year old Gram spent the next year working tirelessly filling every page. She even wrote and pasted pictures in the table of contents.
In the excitement of wrapping it for the hubby and placing it under the next years Christmas Tree, she could barely contain herself. When he opened it and began to leaf through her memories, she wiggled, giggled, smiled, and cried until all her wrinkles were filled with tears.
She passed away in 1997 at the age of 95. I'll be writing about her soon.
My mom died in 1993. We found the partially completed remembrance in a book shelf in her house. She worked on it slowly and thoughtfully. I guess I'm a lot like her in that I set things aside with the intention to get back to it soon. Although I look at the empty pages with some regret, the ones she completed are real to me. On them I sense her loving thoughts, the fragrance of her hand lotion, and the wear on each corner made by her work-roughened hands.
The third book is a sad story. I didn't take a picture because it is empty. The hubby's mom refused the opportunity to write her story. Perhaps someday we can come to terms with an empty book that signified an empty life that ended in 2003. My husband is a wonderful man, and for that reason alone I never dishonored her. Unfortunately, the unmarked pages do not deny the marks that were left on the minds and souls of her two children.
So todays treasure is in fact the love of two amazing women who filled our lives with blessings.
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I am currently completing two of my own for my girls. This was just the motivationn I needed to pick up that pen again.
You bring me to tears too often.
(But it's worth it.)
My favorite line, Pamela.
This is one of my favorite posts of yours, it is fraught with depth and emotion. It paints a portrait of three ladies...in just a few words we know much.
Beautiful post..
:)
Unfortunately, I would share the one about hubby's mom with Birddog's mom. . .
great idea
We gave my Father in Law a book like that. He always had stories for us (he was the first son of the first son of the first son of the keeper of the port in Sicily... ya and that made for VERY interesting stories) He never touched the book. We offered to sit with him and write what he told us... but he declined. I am not sure why... but it is sad for my children and his other grandchildren that they didnt have the opportunity to hear those stories first hand (or read them)I have a terrible memory and he told me more stories than he told anyone else (probably because I kept asking him questions)
Have a great day!
I just got tickled with your description of Gram, getting all excited about the book. Can't wait to hear more about her.
Fill in as much a you can yourselves. All your memories of her, all of your husband's and then put in as much of the family tree as you can. After all, it just makes it a biography rather than an auto biography! Perfectly acceptable!!
Sally
What wonderfull little books with all those memories, i have never heard of them My dear Mum passed away January 1997. I wish we had a book like those to look back on.so many beauiful memories
My daughter bought both her grandmas one several years ago, and my mom filled hers out, and mother in law didn't....I think it is so important for our children to get an idea of what their parents or grandparents were like as kids...because as a kid, did we ever think our parents were kids? Maybe it takes age to be able to want to know things like that, but you can't wait for it could be to late......That's why blogging is so special.....write it and print it.....when I die, my kids will be bogged down with paper....tons of paper, all with my blogging stories....LOL Great Post!
I will have to remind him.
Hugs to you and looking forward to hearing more about the grandma's.
Hugs!
BTW, you made me ROFL with your "Gramela" comment.
Also, my own mother has so many stories inside of her that she needs to write...she now has a blog, but I'm hoping she writes more of the stories from when she was young.
Poignant and wonderful post.
sucks. ivy