My grandma was counted on a lot to raise her grandchildren. Every time I went to her house, one or more of my cousins were there. Sometimes it was for a home, others times they were hungry, other times they needed money, or needed something fixed. Grandma could fix anything.
She always gave, gave , gave. All she expected in return was love. A visit. Everybody getting along.
I used tin foil and a silver pen to salute her. Grandma loved to spray paint things silver...old coal lamps, an old washboard, if it was peeling, it got painted silver! Maybe that's why I like silver so much.
|She taught us how to make Valentine hearts|
I used a photo editing program to add Grandma's face onto my journal pages. I will have to add the photos by hand when I can get her pictures copied.
She was a quiet lady, who was good at listening. She never said too much except if the kids were fighting or not getting along. She never wanted to make waves, and always wanted peace. I guess that is why she was quiet... if you are quiet, than no feathers will be ruffled. I am not sure if that is the healthiest way with dealing with adversity, but it was her way. I suppose some of us deal with problems in the same way...hold our tongues and let it stew... I included few words on these pages to remember her quiet ways.
|She loved silver spray paint|
My grandma could crochet like no one else. I tried to make my hearts look like they had been crocheted as a celebration of her talents.
|Positively Remembering Grandma M.|
I wasn't even thinking about her when I started my journal page, but my memories of her are so strong, that as I was cutting out hearts, the memory of her teaching me how to make a symmetrical heart popped into the forefront of my mind. Maybe it was my trip to an antique store this weekend that triggered the memories... who really knows. All I know is that I spent the day positively remembering my dear sweet grandma!