Tea's Hope Chest

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Falling Leaves~The Old Walking Stick~

Feeding the birds this morning, the old oak tree was shedding her leaves,the mountain has a mist,the garden with orange pumkins on the vines,
the farmers almanac says it's going to be a cold winter.
If you watch nature it will surely tell you of the changing seasons.

From the past a memory flashes in my mind,of a day long ago when my grandmother and I were walking in the woods,(she loved to walk in the woods) "She said" the sound in woods rested her soul, I know what granny meant now~
As we walked she picked old branches up for her walking sticks.
She had a collection of the old snarled sticks on her porch,some worn with age.
My grandmother was a woman of her times.

After all "Time doesn't change too much," today I am much like my grandmother, as I take my walks in the woods I gather old walking sticks.

The mountain is changing,to shades of Autumn.

After the funeral, dividing up Grandmothers things.

We gathered at "grannys" house after the funeral, many of us had a long road home.
This would be our last time we would spend with granny,
The old house lingered with "Channel #5 perfume" her sewing basket sat by her rocking chair,
a teacup up-turned in a saucer,waiting for evening tea.
As I walked through grannys house, it surrounded me with love.
It also echoed a stillness, a hollow feeling, something was misiing.

I remembered so many happy times,I spent here.

I sat down in grannys rocker picked up her sewing basket, "What had she been sewing?"
A "Sampler" oh how dainty and pretty,"I thought".
Should I chose this from her treasures?
Maybe someone else will want it?

As I sat the basket down, I thought, "I will wait to see if anyone shows interest ".

As they spoke softly, I knew their hearts were broken,
The chain that held the family together was broken,
Where do we go for Sunday Dinner?
Who will have Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners.?

Who will teach Sunday school.'?
How do we walk up to her door and 'No one responds'?

How do we go on without Granny.?

As I sat on her porch, "I thought"the chain is broken, but her "Memories will last a Lifetime".
I picked up her old worn walking stick, opened the door, the sewing basket was still where I sat it.

I suppose granny wanted me to have it..smile~


  1. What a beautiful story about your Grandmother. Brought tears to my eyes. You were blessed to have her~

  2. oh sis i love this story...u know with a memory like yours and the talent you have for writing you could really be a great author,i love u and u make me smile just looking at all these goodies..you have always been a good big sis love u...your lil sis


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