FOR YOU, MOM, WITH LOVE
My mom asked me for some memories of my grandmother (her mom) for a long-overdue memorial that she will be doing. I decided I would post them, so anyone who may read this could know.
The biggest thing I remember about my grandmother was the little things my sisters and I always did when we stayed at her house. We each had our own tea set and mug for hot chocolate. We also had our own small pitcher sets that we used to hold milk and sugar cubes. Why we put milk and sugar in hot chocolate is odd, but it was tradition. My grandmother had the biggest bed; yet, it became quite small when you had to try to fall asleep to her snoring. It became a race to beat her to sleep (something I was never able to do). She was the first person I knew to have a tv with a remote-one of the ones with 4 buttons: on/off, channel up, channel down, and volume. I can still hear the clicking sound it made. I also can still smell her house. It wasn't a bad smell, just distinguishable. And I still smell it. I remember Christmas mornings at her house. My sisters and I could choose one gift from home to bring with us and I remember bringing Candyland one year.
But the one thing I would share with someone who never knew my grandmother is that she is my hero. When she passed away, she had gone everywhere in the world she wanted to go. And she went to some pretty cool places. I remember her telling about riding a camel. She also went to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. Not only did she go to the wall, but she went to the men's side. She said she wanted to see if it was different. That's what I liked most about her. She always seemed fearless to me. She never seemed to let life pass her by. That's why she's my hero.
The biggest thing I remember about my grandmother was the little things my sisters and I always did when we stayed at her house. We each had our own tea set and mug for hot chocolate. We also had our own small pitcher sets that we used to hold milk and sugar cubes. Why we put milk and sugar in hot chocolate is odd, but it was tradition. My grandmother had the biggest bed; yet, it became quite small when you had to try to fall asleep to her snoring. It became a race to beat her to sleep (something I was never able to do). She was the first person I knew to have a tv with a remote-one of the ones with 4 buttons: on/off, channel up, channel down, and volume. I can still hear the clicking sound it made. I also can still smell her house. It wasn't a bad smell, just distinguishable. And I still smell it. I remember Christmas mornings at her house. My sisters and I could choose one gift from home to bring with us and I remember bringing Candyland one year.
But the one thing I would share with someone who never knew my grandmother is that she is my hero. When she passed away, she had gone everywhere in the world she wanted to go. And she went to some pretty cool places. I remember her telling about riding a camel. She also went to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. Not only did she go to the wall, but she went to the men's side. She said she wanted to see if it was different. That's what I liked most about her. She always seemed fearless to me. She never seemed to let life pass her by. That's why she's my hero.
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