Grandpa & Grandma
I was hoping to get this posted yesterday in honor of Grandparent’s Day. However, the girls and I came down with terrible colds, and I spent most of the weekend curled up on the couch with boxes of Kleenex by my side. But in my opinion, grandparents should be celebrated every day, so I will most definitely proceed with my post.
I never had the opportunity to meet my maternal grandparents. My grandfather passed away before my parents were married, and my grandmother passed on before I was born. My sisters got to know our grandmother very well and lovingly called her Grandma Mom.
Grandma Mom’s beautiful memory has been kept alive by stories my mom and sisters have shared throughout the years. It was a joy to name our youngest daughter Geneva after Grandma Mom — whose full name was Mary Geneva.
I was very close to my paternal grandparents as they lived only a few miles from our home in Southern California. Sharing about my grandparents opens up such sweet, beautiful memories, and it’s difficult to express how much they mean to me in only a few short paragraphs.
There was always a sense of excitement turning the corner that led to their warm and inviting home, and long before you reached their front door, delicious aromas came wafting through the air from Grandma’s soft blue kitchen. Grandma’s favorite chair was always situated with a direct view of the front door, and she and my Grandpa would always be there to welcome us warmly.
Moments after getting inside, my Grandma would almost immediately ask if anyone was hungry. She genuinely loved to cook for her family and friends, and if you weren’t hungry before, one whiff in the direction of the kitchen was certainly enough to make you hungry!
Breakfasts, lunches and dinners were served in Grandpa and Grandma’s cozy kitchen nook. In addition, there was a small blue table and chairs when the nook became full. Desserts were always delightful, and I believe this picture shows me with chocolates, ice-cream and angel food cake! Grandma’s angel food cake was simply amazing — so soft and covered in her seven-minute icing. As much as I’ve tried, I still can not make an angel food cake that tastes as wonderful as my Grandma’s.
After dessert, we often gathered in the front room to play games — aggravation, backgammon and checkers were family favorites, and my Grandpa was the checker champion. He was also an exceptionally talented musician, playing both the piano and violin by ear. He was my first piano teacher, and I fondly remember playing our first song together, America the Beautiful. This very piano is the one we have in our home now, and it brings me such joy to see my daughters learning to play it!
I treasure these wonderful memories of my grandparents and will always keep them close to my heart.