We spent yesterday evening doing some yard work that
included staking up our second year boysenberry plant onto a trellis.It has a lot of blooms and I am excited to
see those berries develop and ripen.A
few days before I managed to reign in the somewhat unruly raspberries but not
before their thorns left me with several bloodied scratches.No pain, no gain ~ even in gardening!
Working in the berries I can’t help but be reminded of a
childhood memory involving me and “Gammie”.Gammie was my great-grandma, the mother of my Grandma Peggy and my Mom’s
grandma.I used to stay with my Grandma
Peggy a lot growing up and Gammie had come to live in a small, single wide
trailer on their property, close enough to my grandparents that they could keep
a watch on her but far enough away that she still had her independence.
I would eat breakfast at my Grandma Peggy’s but then would
head over to Gammie’s a bit later during her breakfast time and have toast and
jam.We would visit and she would
entertain me.She was full of spunk and
always had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
Weather permitting we also went on walks around the
property.My grandparents had big rhododendrons,
fragrant lilacs and various other wonders to see and smell at their country home.Occasionally we would wander down the
dead-end road just past their house.It
was on that road that the blackberry incident occurred.
One warm, summer morning, after toast, Gammie decided she
wanted to pick some of the wild blackberries along the dead-end road and I was
more than happy to accompany her.We set
off with buckets in hand to claim our treasured berries.All was fine at the start as the berries were
picked and plunked into buckets. A few were eaten, because who can resist
a warm blackberry fresh from the vine?
We continued our picking when she spied a few berries under
the brambles on top and leaned in to reach them.A result of her age, her balance was off and
in she tumbled, head first right into the blackberries! Hearing faint cries for help, as she fell deep, off I ran back
to my grandparents where my Mom and Grandma were visiting inside.Tears streaming I tried to explain Gammie’s
plight but was so upset I could hardly choke out the words.“Gammie fell.”My Grandma Peggy and my Mom ran quickly.
Me? I hid under the
dining room table scared to death!
My Mom and Grandma came back soon, definitely shaken. Gammie was not hurt though,
other than a few scratches and what I now imagine were a few bumps and bruises
to boot.I, however, stayed under the
table.I was scared for her.But I was scared for me too, scared of losing
Well, I eventually came out from beneath the table and life
continued as usual.We had many more
days of toast with jam (though we both avoided the berries) before she was
unable to be cared for at home and was moved to a nursing home.Due to age and health her body was declining
but her inner spark remained.I assume
this must have been what attracted a fellow nursing home resident, gentlemen
caller, to visit her room.I still
remember them sitting side by side in their wheelchairs holding hands. That and the silverware she would take and hide in her bedside drawer, but that is another story (grin).
I miss my Gammie but am thankful to have had her in my life
for as long as I did.I think of her on warm
spring and summer days when I smell the lilacs or tend the berries, when I make jam or have toast. And when we venture out to the woods to pick the little wild
blackberries, it’s then that I miss her
A shared order of french fries and thoughts on changing the world.
A friend who made time to share her heart with me this week and let me do the same.
This farm girl turned city dweller who continues to challenge me to love in extraordinary ways with her inspired words.
Rend Collective experiment and their "homemade worship by handmade people" CD. Their music has been blessing my socks off : )
Finally, the dear residents of Boston, the marathon runners, their family and friends who came to cheer them, the police force, first responders and countless others, who came together to help the grieving, the wounded and the frightened, in the face of yet another tragedy. We stand with you. We mourn with you. Our prayers are with you as well as those who faced their own loss in Texas this week.
you thankful for? May your weekend be filled with many reasons
to give thanks!