As a little girl, I loved my grandmother to the moon and back. I think the reason I loved her so much was because she was crazy in love with her grandchildren, and it showed. Grandmother had always wanted a daughter, but she had two sons. So, when her first four grandchildren were girls, she was in heaven. She bought us beautiful dresses and toys, and always had a big hug ready for us. She would sit me on her lap and read to me while I twirled the fringe of her shawl around my little fingers, but she never scolded me. When I started school, she made it her mission to make sure I also attended Sunday School, often driving 30 minutes each way to pick me up to take me to church. I figured if Grandmother thought church was that important, I had better pay attention while I was there.
I ended up moving around a lot when I grew up, and my grandmother really missed me. She wrote me a letter every week, and I wish I had kept them all. I only have a handful of her letters, and toward the end of her life, her handwriting had gone from flowing and spidery to a shaky scrawl. When she reached her late sixties, she told me she was always nervous. I think it’s because Grandpa had a short fuse and would sometimes yell at her. I wished I could have been there to hug her and help her and remind her how wonderful I thought she was. As it was, I was living in California and couldn’t afford to fly out to see her one more time before she passed away. I hope she forgave me for that.
I was blessed beyond measure to have my grandmother. Her love meant so much to me, and helped shape me into the person I am. I loved her so very much.
Your three words today are:
SHOW
SHAWL
SCRAWL
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Lovely story, Lisa.
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It’s astonishing how much I still miss her.
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Lovely post Lisa. Both of my grandmothers had passed away before I was born, and I always called both of my Grandfathers wives Aunty. I was blessed to have great grandparents on my Dad’s side though. Gram was 4 feet 10 inches and Gramps was six feet five. She ruled the roost with the tee towel, and was queen of the flicks!!! She was a seamstress so when they came to stay in the holidays, she’d made new frocks for my sister and I, and our dollies had new outfits too from the remnants. I remember several frocks: one was red with inverted pleats of plaid and I loved that as I did a purply red dress of satin type material that shimmered in the sun. I also remember a yellow frock with mustard coloured splotches and a detachable collar which I HATED as it looked like I’d spilt custard all over myself. I had to wear that twice as sis was older than me so I had her handmedowns. I didn’t mind that about the red dress, but the purply one was a one off and just for me. Thanks for joining in with the 3TC
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Grandmothers are the mothers of our hearts. beautifully said.
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Well said!
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