Ivantherussian03
12-12-2010, 11:57 PM
I was talking with my dad just now on the phone. He got a call on his other phone..........my grandmother passed away. She was admitted yesterday to the hospitol and they made her comfortable.
I got some thinking to do now.
My grandmother was not nicest person I ever knew, not even close. She never seemed very grandmother like. She never made us grand kids cookies, or cake; She never made us feel we were special. My sisters had not seen her in over a decade, anyway. She would always talk about her other grand kids. She picked on mom alot, and got my dad's sisters to go along.
I was closest to her. I listened to her stories about the Depression and World War II. I heard lots of stories when I was a kid. I always admired my grandparents....they lived a simple life. They were avid gardeners, and grew a large percentage of their food. They were frugal, watching sales, and shopping 2nd hand stores. Living cheaply was always their goal; their vacations always involved hunting and fishing. They fished for salmon at Winchester Bay for the whole month of June. They hunted elk and mule deer in Blue Mountains of Oregon.
I am not really sad. She had a good life. She lived 85 years or so. She raised her kids.
She grew up in log cabin during the depression. Her dad worked at the lumber camp in Wendling till he fell under a rail car headed up to the logging site. He lost one leg. Her mother left the family then. Behind the cabin was a spring house in the creek. They had a garden.....her grandfather would say to her " I want those cucumbers standing in water." The family traveled alot around the valley working the harvast; the valley was more agricultural then. When the war came......they headed to Portland to work in the shipyards. I heard lots of these stories growing up.
I came to realize a few years my relationship with went up and down over the years with her. I knew she made a big impact on my life. I drank a lot of coffee with her. I visited her as often as I could. Unlike my sisters I accepted her as she was.
hmmm.... well....I got some thinking to do. :-|
I got some thinking to do now.
My grandmother was not nicest person I ever knew, not even close. She never seemed very grandmother like. She never made us grand kids cookies, or cake; She never made us feel we were special. My sisters had not seen her in over a decade, anyway. She would always talk about her other grand kids. She picked on mom alot, and got my dad's sisters to go along.
I was closest to her. I listened to her stories about the Depression and World War II. I heard lots of stories when I was a kid. I always admired my grandparents....they lived a simple life. They were avid gardeners, and grew a large percentage of their food. They were frugal, watching sales, and shopping 2nd hand stores. Living cheaply was always their goal; their vacations always involved hunting and fishing. They fished for salmon at Winchester Bay for the whole month of June. They hunted elk and mule deer in Blue Mountains of Oregon.
I am not really sad. She had a good life. She lived 85 years or so. She raised her kids.
She grew up in log cabin during the depression. Her dad worked at the lumber camp in Wendling till he fell under a rail car headed up to the logging site. He lost one leg. Her mother left the family then. Behind the cabin was a spring house in the creek. They had a garden.....her grandfather would say to her " I want those cucumbers standing in water." The family traveled alot around the valley working the harvast; the valley was more agricultural then. When the war came......they headed to Portland to work in the shipyards. I heard lots of these stories growing up.
I came to realize a few years my relationship with went up and down over the years with her. I knew she made a big impact on my life. I drank a lot of coffee with her. I visited her as often as I could. Unlike my sisters I accepted her as she was.
hmmm.... well....I got some thinking to do. :-|