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My grandma: a thread
I had three grandmas. I always thought that made me so special as a kid lol. No one in my classes had three sets of grandparents like me.
My mom was married twice. My mom's first husband's family always treated my siblings and I like family. So although my third set of
My mom was married twice. My mom's first husband's family always treated my siblings and I like family. So although my third set of
grandparents weren't actually my "grandparents" .. they were. Are. In my heart at least.
I remember going to my grandma and grandpa's house during the summers. I loved
it there. My grandpa knew I loved Blue Bell butter pecan cream.. But soft serve w/o the pecans.. Lol
I remember going to my grandma and grandpa's house during the summers. I loved
it there. My grandpa knew I loved Blue Bell butter pecan cream.. But soft serve w/o the pecans.. Lol
Everytime.. EVERYTIME.. I'd go to their house, he'd pick all the pecans out of my ice cream for me. Then his arm became magic. Before my six year old eyes he turned into a super hero. With the arm of Superman, he did the IMPOSSIBLE.. stirred my ice cream into soft serve..
But this thread is about my grandma.
I recently saw an old photo of her with her oldest daughter and two of her grandchildren. One of which was my cousin. My cousin (again not my "cousin" but my cousin) died last week. We had her memorial service on zoom today. You can imagine
I recently saw an old photo of her with her oldest daughter and two of her grandchildren. One of which was my cousin. My cousin (again not my "cousin" but my cousin) died last week. We had her memorial service on zoom today. You can imagine
how it felt to not be with everyone.
But seeing that old picture of her as a baby, reminded me of my cousin's kindness. It reminded me of who she learned it from, her mom. Who learned it from her mom, my grandma.
Who accepted a bunch of ragamuffin children as
But seeing that old picture of her as a baby, reminded me of my cousin's kindness. It reminded me of who she learned it from, her mom. Who learned it from her mom, my grandma.
Who accepted a bunch of ragamuffin children as
not just family. But blood.
It reminded me of the times she let us play in her very expensive clothes, at least expensive to all of us. She was a southern lady. Grown from the red clay of Louisianan plantations and segregation.
We'd drag out her hat boxes and silk gloves.
It reminded me of the times she let us play in her very expensive clothes, at least expensive to all of us. She was a southern lady. Grown from the red clay of Louisianan plantations and segregation.
We'd drag out her hat boxes and silk gloves.
Dress up in her best dresses and pearls. She'd take pictures of us like we were models. I, until this day, can't believe she not just allowed, but encouraged us to raid her closets. We were more important to her then the clothes, even though growing up she didn't have anything.
Maybe that's why.
So this long thread was just too say thank you.
Thank you to the generations of women in my family who always treated me like family, even though many wouldn't think I was.
So this long thread was just too say thank you.
Thank you to the generations of women in my family who always treated me like family, even though many wouldn't think I was.
Thank you for your love. Thank you for your kindness. I have learned, and continue to learn, so much from you all.
Rest in peace. You won your fight. I can't wait to hug you again.
Rest in peace. You won your fight. I can't wait to hug you again.
