She was a beautiful, strong-willed woman with a heart of gold. One of my first memories of Grandma was at her house on Heights Ravenna. She and grandpa had a collie mix named Keesha that they would let run around in the back yard. Grandma and Grandpa would have my sister and me over on the weekends and we would have “Pooper Scooper Parties.” If you’re wondering what a Pooper Scooper Party consists of, it is Grandpa and Becky riding around on the tractor, acting like they were doing something, while Grandma and I were scoopin’ up the poop.
I always loved spending the night at Grandma’s house. One of our favorite pass times was sitting in the backyard on her lawn swing and talk for hours. She told me stories of her childhood, which I loved to hear! When she was a young child, probably around my age at the time, she had gone with her mom to the local corner store. While her mom was shopping, Grandma noticed a chocolate candy bar and really wanted it. When no one was looking, she snatched it and put it in her pocket. Later that night, she pulled out the candy bar and started digging in. Her mom walked in to the room where Grandma was and noticed that her daughter was eating a chocolate candy bar. Her mom immediately knew that Grandma had stolen the candy bar! Grandma’s mom made Grandma go back to the store and tell the manager what she had done. Grandma was so terrified about what was going to happen. When she went to the store she told the manager that she had stolen the candy bar and the manager told her that she would need to pay for it. Since Grandma and her family did not have a lot of money, the manager decided that Grandma would have to work for it. The manager put her to work at the store and she worked off that candy bar by sweeping and organizing the store. I always loved hearing that story and would ask her to tell it again every time we sat in the backyard on that swing. I didn’t realize it then, but through her stories she taught me about honesty, love, courage, and so much more.
A typical night spent with Grandma would start off at one of our favorite restaurants, Pizza Hut. After we ate we would head back to her house and play hours upon hours of Skip Bo, Phase 10, Uno, Rummy, and Rack-O listening to some old school music from the 50s! After quite a few rounds of cards, Grandma would get out her secret stash of popcorn and we would settle in to watch Shirley Temple. Oh, how I loved watching Shirley Temple with Grandma.
Grandma spent 87 years in this world until the Good Lord called her home. The day before she passed, we were visiting her, taking ‘selfies,’ laughing, having a good time. We celebrated her special day with her, Mother’s Day. I remember not too long ago I was having a conversation with her about life, love, and everything in between. I asked her what she liked best about her life and she replied by saying ‘having kids.’ It seems fitting that she waited until the day after Mother’s Day to leave this world, as she believed being a mother was the most honorable title of all.
When we found out that Grandma had gone to meet her maker, all I could picture was her standing at the gates to Heaven meeting Jesus. How crazy to think that someone that was….is…so dear to me got to meet Jesus and is sitting next to him right now celebrating eternal life.
I love you Grams. You have showed me what it means to live a long and prosperous life. I am sure you have gained your wings and are flying with the butterflies you loved so much. What a blessing and honor it has been to be in the presence of such a beautiful, strong, and gracious woman such as yourself.