Thursday, April 3, 2014

A Little Bit About My Grandma...

I was just reading big mama's blog, like way back on page 428, the archives as you'd say, and she had shared a really sweet story about a dad's toast/speech for his daughter's wedding, and it made me get all teary eyed, just how much he appreciated his daughter's and new son in law's mom's. Saying that "People think that it takes a village to raise a child, but that's not true. It takes a mama to turn these kids into what they have become...so thank you for raising such exceptional children." And how it inspired her.

Well, it reminded me of my Grandma's funeral, and the touching stories some of her nine children (!) shared. I was 19 at the time, and really just newly saved, and getting a whole idea of what a Godly woman would even look like. Anyway, what I was so encouraged by over and over were the stories her kids shared about how their Mom fed them. It seems like such a small thing, that they remember her making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the passenger seat of their station wagon on one of their long road trips as a family, and she would make them and pass them back, make them and pass them back. Or that she always provided dinner for them...

It's some of my fondest memories of her, too. I remember staying at her house, sleeping in so late, which she would be shocked about, but then ushering us in to the table for pancakes with green apples chopped up in them. For dessert, late at night a few Chip's Ahoy with a little glass of milk.

How she plated my Grandpa's dinner and served it to him at the table, her eating tangerines she picked off the tree in her backyard. Her fruitcakes, her zucchini cake, and her eating salted tomatoes.

Her children told the stories of the culmination of a lifetime of hard work as immigrants from Poland, Pennsylvania farm life as a girl, and then raising nine kids, making whatever my Grandpa brought home stretch, and work and be saved. These stories were what meant so much to her kids, sticking out in their memories so much, just little things like making pb&j's.

"Her children rise up and bless her;
Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:
“Many daughters have done nobly,
But you excel them all.”
Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
Give her the product of her hands,
And let her works praise her in the gates."

Proverbs 31:28


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