After a long road of declining health, my grandmother passed away peacefully last night. It was not unexpected, and I was able to say goodbye by phone, but the fact that it wasn’t a surprise doesn’t make it hurt any less. My grandmother was a major influence in my life – from an early age she helped to raise me, and we bonded very closely. From childhood through to my entry into adulthood, I visited her often and usually visits were measured in weeks, not days. I had a special bed in her room, and I fondly remember crawling into bed with her as a child and cuddling until it was time to get up, and staying up late watching TV with her. She taught me how to make bread by hand, how to handle pastry… I remember countless hours of baking and cooking in her kitchen, side by side at the counter. And that counter was always full of treats – cakes, cookies, pies… you name it, she made it. And of course, being the indulgent grandma, I was allowed to have pie for breakfast. She taught me the joy of craftiness, and had me painting ceramics by the time I was two. She had me stitching on plastic canvas pretty early, and also taught me to sew and cross-stitch. She didn’t teach me to crochet, but she was sure proud when I showed her I could. There isn’t much that I love that isn’t heavily influenced by her. This whole blog concept is a testament to the amazing woman she was, and the profound influence she had on me.
Here are some photos of my grandmother… I don’t have many, but I also haven’t had a chance to get my hands on many photos of hers, or of my mom’s. A project to come is to digitally archive the family’s photos, and hopefully provide copies to her surviving children & grandchildren.
Shoveling snow, winter 1974.
Four generations – me, my mom, my grandmother, and my grandmother’s mother.
With my grandparents, 1982.
Grandma & me, 1982.
Opening christmas gifts, 1983.
At my wedding, July 2004.
Holding her first great-grandchild (my daughter Eliza), June 2007.
I miss you, grandma. Thank you so much for everything.