Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go… Well, maybe not through the woods – more like through the wheat fields. My grandma lived about 45 minutes away from my childhood home. I remember my older sister and I riding in the backseat of my parents green Chrysler, the size of a boat, as we anticipated a trip to see grandma.
I had a grandpa too. Grandpa with his tobacco stained fingers, smoking his pipe. He would sit in his big, brown, easy chair that swiveled around. (I know about the swiveling part because my sister and I would swirl around like a top when he was not in it). Grandpa would sit quietly in his chair, looking out his big picture window at the birdfeeder watching the birds. Robins and perhaps a Goldfinch or two?
I wonder what he was thinking as he puffed away on his pipe. While grandma sat across from him in her turquoise blue rocking chair. Her sewing basket open with spools of thread, scissors, pins and needles. My grandma loved to sew. She made my sister a Raggedy Ann and me a Raggedy Andy when we were of a young age.
I have fond memories of my sister and I twirling them around by their golden yarn hair (we apparently had a thing about twirling), tossing them into the air, changing their outfits, hugging them tight and kissing them good night. As you can see by the above photo, Andy was well-loved.
I think the love she stitched into creating him will forever be on my heart.
Do you have special memories of your grandparents? I’d love to hear about them!