Memory of Grandmother: Dumplings and Birthday Cakes

Written by Lori C. on May 28, 2012

Losing my grandma back in 1996 was the first time in life that I realized that my loved ones won’t always be around.

I remember walking around and actually getting angry at people who were laughing and having a good time!

Didn’t they know that my grandma was gone?

Although the years have passed, and the good memories have replaced a lot of the pain, I still miss her every single day.

If I had five more minutes to talk with my grandma, I would  tell her how much I loved her and how grateful I am that she played such a strong role in rearing me.

I would tell her how thankful I am for all of the things she taught me, from gardening to canning to quilting.

But what I would most thank her for is showing me how to treat people. Her kindness and acceptance of people have taught me that each person I come into contact with deserves to be treated well.

I would tell her how much I miss hearing her sing and hum while she was in the kitchen.

I would tell her how much I miss my birthday cake, and that it has never been duplicated.

I would ask her one more time what I’m doing wrong because my dumplings don’t turn out the same as hers.

I would tell her that I miss her jokes that were just a tad risque.

And I would introduce her to my son. He loves the color orange just like she did.

I wish that you could meet him and your other great-grandchildren.

I miss you, Grandma.

Thank you for living a life that taught me to be gentle and strong.

When I get down, I ask myself what you would want me to do and then I get up and do it.

I talk about you all the time and we even call the room where your old furniture is “your room.”

You are always close by.

Childhood Memories Immortalized

Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on August 22, 2011

Several months ago, I ran across some cross-stitch and a needlepoint canvases that I had created during my childhood. They’d been locked up in an old suitcase for years, so were still in credible shape, with just a stain or two around the edges.

Instead of leaving them tucked away, I decided to get them framed at a nearby Aaron’s Brothers store. It wasn’t an inexpensive proposition, but I felt this little reminder of childhood deserved to be on show.

Here are the results–three canvases that now hang proudly on one of our bedroom walls.

Do you have touchstones to your past that are hiding away in an old drawer or corner?

Do you remember the past, and honor it?

Don’t you think we should all commemorate our young lives more often?

The Stillness After the Snow

Written by on November 25, 2010

Snow as witnessed from our balcony in downtown Seattle; the Seattle Art Museum and the famous statue, “Hammering Man” on the left-hand side; the historic section of town–Pioneer Square–visible in the distance looking down First Avenue

Snow gripped the Northwest last Sunday and Monday, just in time to set the scene for Thanksgiving week. It was a beautiful display of Mother Nature’s craft as tiny snowflakes danced around downtown, over Elliott Bay, and to points far beyond.

Since I was a child, I have always loved the stillness that snowfalls bring to the earth, the way that modern life seems to stand still–even if only for a day or two–as people (even grown-ups) enjoy a snow day with their children.

Cheers to Thanksgiving and this special time of the year.

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