I miss my Grandma.  She was perfect, mostly because she acted like she didn’t notice my  bad behavior, knowing my mom take care of it.  I was sure she loved me best of all her grandchildren, unaware all the grand kids felt hat way.  She made the best teacakes, told the best stories, and always smelled of Johnson’s Baby Powder.  Patiently, she’d let me brush her waist-length gray hair, and attempt to twist into a heavy bun, never complaining that I pulled, before finally turning it into a perfect bun and securing it with only one heavy bone pin herself with a quick flip of her wrist, once I gave it up for hopeless.

Every afternoon after lunch and her “stories” Grandma hung her cotton print housedress on a line stretched across a corner of her bedroom, let her hair down, slipped off her shoes and knee-high stockings, put her gold-rimmed spectacles carefully on the bedside table, and lie down for a nap.  Though I hated naps at home, I’d rush to brush off my bare feet and join Grandma in her high double bed, with its immaculate sheets bringing the sun-shine indoors, even on gloomy days, knowing a story would be awaiting me.  I’d lie on my side facing her, and listen as long as I could keep her talking.  After a while, she’d start drifting off mid-sentence as I lay waiting, thinking it was only a dramatic pause.  Waking her with my questions, she’d continue till she could no longer stay awake, and I’d have to give up and nap or try to slip quietly off to play.

My favorites were about her Virginia girlhood, running free with her brothers, Clarence and Ed.  Her mama shooed them outdoors in the early morning, not wanting the messy, troublesome brood underfoot.  With my mother always needing help in the house and with two baby sisters, that sounded wonderful.

Grandma, I wish you were here today to tell me a story, make me some teacakes, or just spend an afternoon catching up.  I hope I am half the grandmother you were.  I still think of you everyday.  When I die, if I wake and find you there, I’ know I’m in heaven.


6 thoughts on “Grandma

  1. I had a wonderful Grandmother too–and I’m trying to be one! I used to brush her long gray hair as she sat in her rocking chair. I would braid it or put it in pigtails. She died in 1975 and I have a lock of her hair, and surprisingly, there isn’t much gray in it although she was in her late 70’s.


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