Today my Thoughts of Granny and Mama

Today my Thoughts of Granny and Mama~~ So many times I think of granny,and Mama as I get older I find myself looking back on their life and seeing myself, somewhat like a shadow of another life~ Granny's and my Mother's love of quilting was instilled in me at a very early age, many times I have sat quietly sewing/quilting and see my mama and granny as they sat and quilted. As the years went by granny's eyesight wasn't so good any more, Now mama's has gone~I threaded their needles but their stitches never wavered. always 7 stitches per inch in her quilts. Just recently at my daughters birthday I made grannys "yellow taters"..as I was preparing the dish. My mind went back to age 6 or 7 seeing granny walk from the bus stop, carrying an old paper bag with "fixing" for her yellow taters. Then their's mama's cat head biscuits -she always let us put a finger right in the middle of the biscuit...saying it made them rise better The little things means so much now~ Memories are "keepers of the soul~ The Old Walking Stick~Mama's Biscuits and old quilts Sad..but makes you smile when the memories come...tears-- where did the years go? . Feeding the birds this morning, the old oak tree bare of her leaces, the mountain has a mist, 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 Now I must face "memories" I will have of mama. Just a few more years Lord is all we ask~ 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. Today I am thinking of my mother---her last days here on earth is near~ what will I do without "mama:? Too much to bear---In my mind I see her waving at the door s I drive away~. In the end I suppose that's all we will have is the memories. 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~ Copyright to Tea's Hope Chest