Design Group: We Believe Blog Train
Theme: In All Circumstances
Designer: The Rush Ranch
Many, many years ago: A few weeks after my grandmother died, my mother and her sister stood in the middle of Grandmother’s home and tried to figure out what to do with all of her beloved fluff and furnishings. You know, the cuckoo clock, the butter dish shaped like a chicken, the Americana lamps and her favorite mug. Hundreds of things both precious and bold with thick memories of life and death, war and peace, depression and plenty. Grandmother’s generation passed through some of the hardest times of our nation.
After the horrors of World War II, my grandfather had built her a paradise with his own hands – a lovely house in the valley, with more than three acres of flowering gardens. Maple trees lined the driveway. He built lovely stone paths that wound throughout the gardens and trees. He built stone bird baths that were in direct eyesight of where she sat in the kitchen window, with her coffee and milk every morning. She was his precious treasure.
My Grandmother and I had been very close, more so than any of her other grandchildren. I don’t say that as a brag. After my grandfather passed away, I would visit often. I think it was because I didn’t mind just sitting there in the quiet with her. To just BE – To listen to the birds, to breath in the scent of flowers and freshly mowed lawns. To appreciate the gifts of nature. We both loved caring for the gardens, and after a day well spent, we would retire with books in hand and read until bedtime. I didn’t need attention, and she didn’t need authority or ego.
After Grandmother passed, Mother called me and asked me what I wanted from the home. I didn’t have to think about it, because the most precious times I had spent with her were when we were reading together in her study. So I asked my mother for Grandmother’s set of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House on the Prairie” books. As a child, throughout the years I must have read the complete set more than a dozen times. I didn’t want paintings or china. I didn’t want the cameo brooch she wore to church every Sunday or lace doilies. I didn’t want the superficial. I wanted books full of memories. Grandmother’s books. Grandmother – with her flowered dresses and gingham aprons. With her long, dark hair wrapped up in a chignon at the top of her head, laughing about some memory. Her scent of baby powder and violets in early morning sunbeams, as she dipped her toast into milky mugs of coffee – looking out upon those bird baths………
I kept those precious books until my granddaughters were old enough to appreciate them, and then started our own tradition of reading together. I hope that they will love the books as much as I did – but more importantly, treasure the time we spend together. Generational traditions – pass it on. Thanks for listening.
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1 Thessalonians 5:18
“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”