My grandmother passed away a few weeks ago and I have been trying to think of what I wanted to post about her. Her are some Of my memories of being with her as I was growing up:
When I stayed at her house she would make wheat cereal that she would cook over night on her stove, which I still cannot duplicate. It was my absolute favorite! She made her own honey butter that I would put on my toast every morning. She made a cottage cheese fruit salad that I still make from time to time. We would pick strawberries in her garden and I would help he weed the garden everytime I visited.
She had this really unique basement at her house that had an interesting storage area downstairs that used to freak me out, and she had an attic upstairs you could pull down and climb up. Its the only attic I have ever been in to this day.
She had the biggest purple couch(or davenport) as she called, that I used to bounce up and down on, even though I shouldn't have. In my grandpa's room there was this little window space that connected to the living room so if you were in there you could spy on people in the TV room.( Not quite sure what it was for) There were always walnuts on her fireplace or on the table I could crunch open and eat right out of the shell.
I loved visiting her house in Riverton, whenever I see a brick house I think of her house still today. I would love to go back there someday and visit again, I haven't been there probably since middle school.
So many things I miss about her, she was the kindest woman I have ever met. Her compassion, kindness and unconditional love for others was truly inspiring and I strive to be more like her with my family.
I miss her so much and I know she is in a better place with her husband in heaven.I love you grandma :)
