Thursday, June 4, 2009

Rainy Day Remembering.....

"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."

~From the television show The Wonder Years~
Today is one of those perfectly delightful gloomy rainy days where the square on the calendar is blank and the possibilities of how to spend the day are endless. Stepping out the front door there is a distinct chill in the air, a welcome relief from the usual stifling humidity at this time of year. Our resident woodpecker lets out a long loud laugh, it must be my morning hair. The air smells fresh and clean. The roosters are crowing and I suddenly miss my grandmother.Many such mornings were spent on her porch. Me with my morning hair and her with a steaming cup of coffee. I would be swaddled in her old chenille robe curled up on one of the metal lawn chairs. Her signature red apron would already be in place as she sat beside me. We would sit in companionable silence for a while as I watched the steam rise and swirl from her cup. Little patter sounds of water droplets would punctuate the air on occasion as a breeze shook the leaves of the Silver Leafed Maples in the yard. The only disturbance to the morning would be the occasional raucous caw of a crow in the cornfield or the gentle moo of one of the cows dotting the pasture.Her big colorful rooster would strut across the lawn, flap up and perch on the fence post and crow to his hearts content. Little speckled hens as well as red and snow white ones mingled across the damp grass hunting, pecking, and scratching for worms. They would scatter as Old Mickey and Little Minnie, my uncles hunting dogs, trotted up from the holler after a night of tracking. Plopping down with a contented sigh in front of my chair, they would yawn and stretch out for a nap. I would unfold myself letting my feet dangle and rest on their warm fur.
Granny would begin to hum and sometimes break in with a few throaty words of whatever hymn or song was on her mind. Although she sat next to me I always knew that she was far away in her thoughts visiting another place and time. Perhaps she was a young girl again sitting on the porch with her own mother enjoying the same simple pleasures of a rainy day. Sometimes she would softly begin to tell me one of those memories, her words painting such a vivid picture that I thought I was there with her too.She lost her mother at a young age, around her thirteenth year I think, and she missed her terribly just as I was missing her today. She would have loved this morning, a break in the usual routine, with nothing special to do but spend time with one another enjoying a warm cup of coffee to ward off the morning chill, the crow of a rooster, the cackle of hens, and the patter of rain.After a while she would slowly rise and reluctantly announce, "Best get this day started.", as she bid her memories one last lingering look. She would turn to me and smile coaxing me through the door towards the dreaded hairbrush, jelly toast, and a cold frothy fresh glass of milk. Then the rhythm of the day would begin.
Returning to the present as the cold from the stepping stones under my bare feet began to seep through, I announce to no one in particular, "Best get this day started." I reluctantly turn from my memories after one last lingering look towards the still dreaded hairbrush. Perhaps for old times sake I will make myself some jelly toast and a glass of milk to go along with whatever other delicious things this day might hold.

Miss Sandy

Photos are scenes from around my grandmothers home


Miss Sandra said...

Beautiful and sweet memories. Enjoy your matter what you do.

Wanita said...

I enjoyed reading about your sweet memories, and the pictures are lovely. I also liked the quote at the beginning of your post.

Thank you for sharing your special memories.

lorhen82 said...

Miss Sandy, this was one of the most delightful posts I've ever read! I loved hearing about your memories of your grandmother, and the tranquil feeling they gave me. I love the kind of weather you described, and as I sit here at my desk at work (on break), I am transported to a place I would much rather be! Your photos are beautiful too! Thank you for the good feeling you gave me today! ~Lori

Barbara H. said...

Lovely memories, Sandy. I miss my grandmother, too.

Coralie Cederna Johnson said...

What wonderful memories of your grandmother! Thank you for sharing this nostalgic post.

Anonymous said...

Hi Sandy, It's rainy and cool here in GA today too. Days like these are good for remembering all that is dear to us. How blessed you were to spend so many hours with your grandmother and have pictures from around her home to keep those memories sharp in your mind's eye. I hope with the passing of time, that these memories are comforting like the feel of her old red apron, and that you will be surrounded by peace.

LiLi M. said...

What a beautiful way to remember your grandmother. Thanks for sharing!

Anonymous said...

Miss Sandy,
What a wonderful story of rememberance. Really enjoyed it love the pictures too! Vicki Page

Andrea said...

What wonderful memories! Lovely pictures, too! Your surroundings are perfect - so beautiful.

I have these moments, too. My grandmother passed on in 2002. We were very close, and I miss her so much. Sometimes I think of how I would love to just cuddle up next to her and talk to her. I'm so glad I will see her again one day.

Blessings. Have a nice Friday.


Bonita said...

Sandy, you are a brilliant writer. You took me there to those mornings with your grandmother until I could almost feel exactly what you felt. I'm so glad those memories are still so vivid in your mind and you are able to so eloquently allow us to share them too.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

Cheptoek said...


Linda said...

I adore the way you write! I can't even read this without crying, it's so beautiful.

I've spent my whole life missing my Grandparents and except for one, I never knew them. Perhaps that seems odd, but being that I've been immersed in the love of family history forever, I feel like I knew them. My Grandparents were all born in the late 1800's (though I'm 44, my parents are 84 and 79). I've studied photos of my Grandparents and gathered every tidbit of information that I could from my parents. It's my Grandma on my Dad's side who I long for - she had a love of gardening like me, and I like to think that I inherited that from her. We also have the same eyes.

Thank you for your lovely entry.
Linda in Illinois

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