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Showing posts with label great grandma riding. Show all posts

Weekly question 01

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my memory of my oldest relative has to be about Great Grandma Riding. I loved going to her house, because that meant all those really non-tasty candies i could eat. see's I think they were. I also remember she had the most uncomfortable couches that seemed to be really itchy, like a real stiff fabric... you'd think that the older someone gets the more comfy their furniture would get? it's like rigamortis set in on her couches. I remember seeing her once at the grocery store, and helping her find orange juice and for some reason, she really remembered that, and always reminded me of it.

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Great Grandmom Riding

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How much do I love my Great Grandmom? I'm sure all of you know how much love I have for her as you all have the same. What an inspirational woman being able to live so long by herself without anyone there to take care of her. I loved going to her house and if I think about it I can still smell how inviting her house was. It was really hard when it was time to put her into a home, and even then she was still in an apartment living by herself.

I'm sure all of the memories I have everyone has because if grandmom was anything she was proud! I would love everytime I went there she would remind, and show, us how she could still touch her toes! And she really could! It was just amazing to watch her and how I wished I could do that! (still do!!) She would also tell me of her amazing trips she had gone on, she was really able to see some interesting places, I believe Samoa was one?

Grandmoms love for her family was infectious. I was never able to meet Grandad but she would tell me stories and I could just picture him there with her. Her love for her children and grandchildren was so strong, how she could always remember everyone was beyond me. But there they all were pictures posted all over her wall. My mom and I used to joke that grandmom was the only one allowed to call Daniel, Danny. He was her Danny boy. I think back to her now as a grownup and just hope that I have as much perserverance and love that she did. What an amazing, beautiful woman. I miss her very much.

 

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