She was my grandma..
She was a stout, stocky
immigrant from Germany.
Her thick accent still
resonates profoundly in my mind and memory..
These days I’m pretty sure she would be considered legally blind..
Her lenses were as thick as bottom of a coke bottle and I was sure hers were the first ever made ..
I’m convinced she never rested a day in her life.
Everything she touched turned to gold in my eyes.
Her home always smelled like heaven because if she wasn’t baking, she always had food in the oven or on top of the stove. Her Home was always neat and tidy..
Nothing ever out of place and beds always made ..
She never started her day without putting on her apron that nearly always covered her dress.. I never ever saw my grandma wear anything but a dress .. She always had thick light brown stockings that covered her heavy varicose ladened legs. Her shoes were modest, and typical for a grandma back in the day. Mostly remember her wearing slippers .. Being a nurse, I’m certain her legs and feet were swollen from being on her feet a good part of the day.. without sitting.
She was a plain and simple woman with a heart of gold. She could do no wrong in this grandchild’s eyes.
Every summer she had a huge vegetable and flower garden .. Her yard was always green as well as her shrubs ..
I loved my grandmother dearly .
She would always had her hair in a neat bun. She would undo her hair and let me comb, brush, and “style” her hair. Well, as much as a 4-5 year old could, you know.
She would close her eyes and I think it was then she finally relaxed and quietly breath in the moment that her and I cherished together..
Grandma could get mad.. and mad she would get at my grandpa. My grandpa would hide his whiskey bottles all over and she would do a sweep of the house and garage to find them and dump what she found.. My grandpa was a stinker and my grandma was onto him and his wiley ways..
I loved her for all her ways and wonder ..
She was my grandmother who never or could do no wrong.
Patsy McNutt Morgan
01/03/18
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