Treasure Your Grandparents

My Grandmothers were both wonderful women. Both grew up on a farm and had to work hard. My fathers mother was born September 6, 1907 and passed away June 23, 2008. She is the one I want to reference and tell you about. Grandparents aren’t supposed to have favorites, but since I was the first grandchild, I was her favorite. She always told me growing up “momma couldn’t wait until you were born.” But my great grandmother died in August 1960 and I was born in November 1960. On the day I came home, her and my other grandmother got into an argument over who was holding me on the drive home. My mother’s mother won that argument, but I won her heart.

I would end up spending nearly every weekend at her house as my parent’s marriage started falling apart. As a child I would write her letters once a week and tell her what I was doing and how I was getting along. I was the only grandchild to do so. She would write me back. I would read and re-read her letters, just knowing my granny had written me. She always called me sugar lamb. Whenever I spent the night she would always say good night, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but my grandmother would end up defending, protecting me and letting a lot of stuff slide. She never understood why I had boys coming to the house instead of girls. A year or so before she died she said I always knew you…