Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Treasure Tuesday

Has it been a week already? Be sure to pop by Faith's to check out other Tuesday Treasures.

This might not look like much to you, but it is about the only thing I have left of my paternal grandparents, aside from some old letters, pictures, and memories.

My Mamaw and Papaw lived in a little town called Mountain Pine, Arkansas. We didn't see them much, maybe once a year, because we always lived so far away from them. They were good people and loved my sister and me. I remember Mamaw trying to teach me to crochet once, she would laugh if she could see me now trying to knit I am sure. Papaw was a big man, but his hugs could melt you. He was the happiest person I have ever known. They passed away in 1998, three months apart. They were 92 years old. My Papaw was in excellent health, we thought, until March 4 that year (which ironically is Jacob's birthday) when he had a small stroke and after that they found he had cancer pretty much everywhere and died in July. They moved in with my parents and Mamaw never was able to go home, although she cried daily about how much she missed it.

I don't have much of an opportunity to go to Arkansas much anymore, but two summers ago we travelled up for a reunion on the other side of the family and took a detour to my grandparent's old house. My cousins somehow "inherited" it and at one time were trying to "restore" it, but judging from all the empty beer cans scattered around the porch, I guess it got too hard for them. Anyway, it was tough to see that old house empty and falling down but my Mamaw's flowers were still blooming and the squirrels still came around, missing her I bet. I had to go up and peek in the windows, I wanted to remember listening to my Mamaw sing Johnny Cash tunes while she was cooking in the kitchen and my Papaw whittling by the window, but that was hard to do. The cousins had pretty much trashed the inside as if they were looking for something, but I found this "plaque" hanging by the door. It hung by the door and I can remember being little and looking up at it, held by my daddy when we would arrive to visit. It now hangs on my back porch reminding me how much my Mamaw missed her home, helping me to appreciate the one I have.

9 comments:

Jennifer said...

Sweet!!

Overwhelmed! said...

What an awesome treasure! I have just a few mementos from my grandmothers and I treasure them dearly too!

I've just posted my treasure. Stop by and take a peek! :)

Faith said...

Awww! I love it! Grandparents are so special! It sounds like you have great memories!

Karla said...

I love your Tuesday Treasure! Nothing like memories of grandparents! Stop by & visit my blog sometime if you get a chance! =)

Kim from Hiraeth said...

Me, too! I love your treasure. Memories of grandparents are very sweet. I'm glad you have this to remind you.

Pro-Divorce said...

I am out of grandparents, lost my last one last summer. When we were going through her house, we found lots and lots of pictures...I sat there for hours and looked through them all.

For some reason, it brings a peaceful feeling.

Shane said...

That is so awesome! Today happens to be the one year anniversary of my Papaw's passing. He was 84 years old and had just retired 6 months earlier. He also died of caner. The next time you visit my blog would ou mind sending me an email(there's an "Email Me" button in the right margin)? I'd love to ask you some more questions about my son's IEP and LD's if you don't mind. Thanks!

Jennifer said...

Hey I tagged you check out my page!!

firstborn said...

thanks for sharing this touching story...i'm so glad that you were able to keep something of theirs...may you always look at that with fond & loving memories!

:) mary ann