Showing posts with label grandma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grandma. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Poetry Wednesday's: The Box by Shanna Sandmoen

This is a weekly series that I posted on my Enlightened by Books blog. Every week I would feature a new poem/poet. This month, I am participating in a 30 Day Poem a Day Challenge, so I thought I'd share a poem that came from that challenge. 


The Box 
by Shanna Sandmoen

I pulled out the box, encased in dust and lost memories, 
memories that will remain locked in mystery forever.
Beautiful photos; adventures never revealed.
My Grandma, holding a rifle, laughing, 
pictures of her dancing in the garden,
so free, gracious, beautiful, 
and her smile; I wish I had seen it personally.
She never shared her stories, not until
those final days in the nursing home.
Then she told me of a farm house, 
parents and great aunts and uncles I never knew.
Oh how I wish we could speak now!
The box teasing me with it's untold stories.
To my future generations I promise you this:
I will not take all my secrets to the grave. 



Monday, April 4, 2011

Treasure Chest of Memories

Yesterday my Dad and I went over to my Grandma's house for the first time since she died. It's such a weird experience, going into someone's home, with the sole purpose of sorting through their stuff, and deciding what you want. It's amazing all the "stuff" we build up over a lifetime. There is all the furniture, knickknacks, trinkets, kitchenware, clothes, pictures, little things we saved like birthday cards, postcards from all your trips, etc. We found the business ledger for my Grandad's first year of business. In another closet I found cards, letters, drawings, poems, etc. that we Grandkid's had given her over the years. It's also amazing the things you learn about people by going through their stuff. For instance, there were several boxes of sewing stuff; my Grandma sewed? I had no idea. She also apparently starched and ironed her sheets; I practically cut my hand on them. Then there are all the questions. The shells in the bathroom, did she find those on the beach, buy them at a store? What stories lie behind all the pictures? Who read all the classics I found in the bookcase? I also discovered she left me her wedding ring and several pieces of China. I wish I had known, I could have asked her about those items.



I also found a Treasure Chest. Filled with memories and stories, some of which I will never know. Picture's of my Grandma growing up on the farm, her early years with my Grandad, a letter she wrote her Mom when she was eight about how mean her brother was, her baby book, reports my Dad wrote in elementary school, a diploma for my Great-Grandma, who graduated High School in 1906. Amazing. Have your created your own Treasure Chest for your family to find? One tip, share it with them, and often. I have so many questions that will never be answered. 

What will people wonder about you when they go through your house? Are you a pack rat? Do you have any weird quirks? Have you shared your stories with those you'll leave behind? And who decides what is trash versus a memorabilia? It's an odd experience, but I am definitely inspired to do a little Spring cleaning of my own now. It's interesting the things we hold onto, old high school awards, letters from childhood pen-pals, fuzzy pictures, etc. Many it's time to minimize.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Ode to My Grandma

"life's not a paragraph, and death i think is no parenthesis" e e cummings



My Grandma passed away this weekend. My sadness is minor compared to the joy of knowing she no longer suffers. She died peacefully after weeks of pain and for that I am grateful. Her body could no longer contain her; now her essence is free to explore, kick up her heels and experience a Spiritual Love that is beyond human comprehension. 


She was a kind woman with simple needs, yet could be very stubborn and very good at getting what she desired. My best memories are of us playing paper dolls on Saturday afternoons, and the Valentine's Day cards she would send out each year. She also made an excellent batch of banana bread! 


I wish I had really known her. We were never the family that talked about things beyond the surface. I am grateful that in her final weeks, she related several stories to me from her childhood and her early marriage years with my Grandad.  Memories of growing up on the farm, playing schoolhouse with her siblings, sneaking up on my Grandad at a restaurant, her nearly 60 year friendship with her best friend and so much more. Happy 89th Birthday Grandma!!


"Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries, it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death." Anonymous
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