Friday the 13th has never seemed like a bad luck day to me. Especially when it’s Friday March 13. Today was my grandma’s birthday. She was born on Friday the 13th, 1913. So 13 has always been my lucky number.
We occasionally bring my grandma up on here. Pam, Karen and Darryl are the only ones who make comments but I know many more that come on and read. So to us, this is a special day. I won’t get long winded and I’ll keep it brief.
My grandma, Darryl and I.
She was a very unique woman and human being. She raised 5 boys in an old farmhouse with no running water. I suppose she was no different from anyone else back in those times but I only knew her. She had 12 grandchildren. I’ll bet you could ask each of the 12 grandchildren who her favorite was and they’d say they were. She had the ability to love each of us as though she loved us more than anything or anyone else. I don’t know many people like that. None of us could do any wrong in her eyes. Her love was unconditional. For myself, I’m not sure what I’d have turned out like without her.
I have many, many memories of her but this one is right up there and one of the ones I think of often. Her apron! She could fix anything just using the “tools” she had on her aprons. She had safety pins, some with a little thread on it. Rubber bands which she called “elastics” and I swear, she was a walking “fix it machine.” But it was the pockets of the aprons. She always had treats in those pockets. You could give her a candy or piece of gum or a rock you found and she’d put it in her pocket. She would NEVER eat the treat but she’d share it with someone else and you very well could have gotten it back a day or two later. She shared everything she had. Even though at times, that wasn’t much but she was always thinking of others. More often than not, we would end up giving the treat back to her because we knew what she did and maybe that was what we loved about it.
I never heard her swear or gossip. She never hurried and she never said “later” or “in a minute.” She always made time for us. I don’t ever remember her raising her voice to anyone. I’m sure she did it in her head but she never lost her cool.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA. I think of you every single day of my life. I talk to you every single day and I love you like you were still here with me. And now I’m crying like a fool. My best hope is I can be half the grandma you were. It’s hard to top perfection.
This is from Pam(my)My tribute to Grandma
Grandma was the greatest .If you took all the hallmark cards about what a grandma was,that was her.
I can see her smile if I close my eyes.Always warm,always sweet,grandmas smile cant ever be beat.She had a mile of smiles,an armful of hugs and a cupful of kisses.She always had a smile as you walked up to her,her doors were always opened to all.
If I can be half of the grandma she was,my grandchildren will be blessed
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her,wishing I could go back in time and spend more time with her.
I always felt loved by her,unconditionally.She always had time for her grandchildren.
I can still remember walking down the mud road after a rain barefoot.We would laugh as the mud popped out between our toes.Grandmas hair blowing in the breeze.She looked down at me and smiled with such love in her eyes.She made life fun and full of wonder.Being with her as a child,you forgot all your little childhood worries.
March 13th was the day to celebrate the day she was born.And the day she was born the world became a better place.
Grandma I MISS YOU.You always knew how to make my heart smile.Today I Celebrate You Grandma!!!!Grandma you were a gift from heaven,whom I cherished,So from my heart to yours,I CELEBRATE OUR LOVE.
Always in my heart,always remembered
Your loving granddaughter Pamela Ann a.k.a Pammy.