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.

A Legacy of Hospitality

Written by Martha Marino on October 20, 2011

One of my very best friends in the world, Martha Marino, describes her Scandinavian grandmother, who definitely new the in’s and out’s of hospitality and died on her own terms.

This post was first published in April 2010.

Martha Marino

Three generations proudly surround Grandma

My Danish grandmother lived all her life in Nebraska, and since I grew up far away in California, our family would visit just twice a year.

When we did, Grandma bustled about with genuine, but soft-spoken hospitality. Meals with the extended family were fun and abundant with vegetables she had “put up” from her garden and fruit trees.

Grandma had a special fondness for her many grandchildren: on the third story of their farmhouse she had built low shelves stocked with a Santa’s-workshop array of toys, dolls, games, dress-up clothes, blocks, puzzles, stuffed animals, blocks.

It now seems bizarre but she even had a toilet in the corner of the room, out in the open, so little ones could “go” without interrupting their play.

She was a gentle soul, a quiet leader, with high expectations of herself (she was born in 1900 and went to college, rare at that time for a woman), her four daughters, and all of us grandchildren.

When she was nearing the end of her life in her 90’s, still healthy in her mind and body, I wrote a letter to her, asking what legacy she wanted me, as her oldest grandchild, to carry on in her memory.

When she died, I was at a loss because I had never heard back from her.

She even died with hospitality. My mom was with her and Grandma said to her, “Janet, it’s my time. Please call the pastor, take the cookies out of the freezer for him, and make some coffee.”

After he had said his words and had his dessert, she was gone. Hospitality even at the end.

When my mom and her sisters emptied out her apartment, they found my letter to her. She clearly had kept it, intending to respond at some point, since she always answered correspondence. My mom sent it back to me and I still have it.

If I had had five more minutes with Grandma, I would have asked her about that legacy. Or perhaps if she had had five more minutes, she would have written to me.

A few years ago when I visited our relatives in Denmark, I heard them use the word hygge frequently, especially when visiting someone’s home. It was the highest compliment.

The word translates most closely to “cozy” but not in a cutsie way. It means warmth, intimacy, cheerfulness, good simple food, relaxation, enjoyable conversation, and a heartfelt sense of togetherness.

I had experienced Grandma as the epitome of hospitality, and I think the legacy she would be happy for me to carry on would be from her Danish roots, hygge.

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Lost Love Contest: A Proper Goodbye to My Grandmother

Written by Tracy on January 26, 2011

I never felt I gave a proper “goodbye” to my grandmother before she passed.

By the time I was able to see her in the hospital, she was mentally gone and didn’t know who I was.

So, I would love to have five more minutes with her to say that goodbye.