I Remember Gramma

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue and if there be any praise, THINK ON THESE THINGS.  ~Phil. 4:8

 

 

   

MY MOST UNFORGETTABLE CHARACTER

© Jeanne E Webster

 

An image of a woman laboring in the kitchen brings to mind a lady very dear to me, my grandmother.  All those peaceful days I shared with her during my parent’s many separations, I remember well with such tranquility and love.  A gramma’s love can never be equaled…except by the love of our Lord Jesus.  I hated to return home after relishing a child’s heaven-on-earth.

Gramma was an expert cook and turned out the most delightful tasting food on her old wood burning stove.  Her recipes were not gourmet, mind you, just good, hearty meals for plain, hungry folks.  My favorite meal was her Boston baked beans and brown bread.  I could put away a heap of those northern beans in their deep-brown sauce, and dipping the brown bread into it was the best way to clean up a plate.

Watching her make filled cookies, my mouth would water as each luscious aroma wafted from the oven.  So eager to sample the baked cookies, I’d have a sore tongue for days from wolfing down the hot-off-the-press tidbits.  Her rhubarb pie was so succulent everyone’s salivary glands would be going full throttle the minute they got a whiff of that dessert.

My treasure island was her pantry, where she kept all those delicious goodies; many times I was shooed out for snitching out of the cookie jar or helping myself to a slab of leftover pie.

Yes, those were the good old days.  I am grown now and my idol has gone.  But I treasure those memories, the happiest of my childhood.  My heart bears the warmth of a “gramma’s” love.  It can never be equaled…but by the love of Christ in my heart.  May you too enjoy and treasure these loves from God.    

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10 comments on “I Remember Gramma

  1. ssofdv says:

    Brings back memories. I miss my grandmother terribly. Whenever I think of heaven, I think of her – and how much I will be happy to see her again. She lived to be 103, and left me with many wonderful memories.

    She played Santa to her many grandchildren, catching buses in Philadelphia to deliver presents to her grands. Being the caretaker while several parents worked or were hospitalized. She was always there for her family. I never witnessed her in anger ever. She was a rock.

    Sweet potato souffle with melted marsh mellows is a dish I remember the most that she made. I made it many times, but not so much lately. And that stinking “mutton.” Whenever we had colds, she would make that stinking stuff for our mothers to rub on our chest. It was horrible smelling, but it worked!

    The most dearest memory is the fact that she was the first person to ever put a Bible in my hands. She autographed my Bible and gave it to me in 1974. I was reading that Bible when I felt the call of God – beckoning me to come unto Him. The Bible is very worn from reading – as it should be. But I will treasure it until I die.

    I miss you dearly Martha Glenn, can’t wait to see you again.

    Sigh.

    • What a beautiful testimony to your Grandma! They were such an important part of our young lives and even today affect our thoughts and actions.

      Thank you for sharing with us. Yes, the Bibles were worn…but it was a key to survival, ours and theirs.

      Shalom

  2. Your memories are lovely to read!

    My grandmothers were not like yours; nor am I a grandmother like yours…I would hope that my two grandsons would remember what I could do and laugh I what I could not do…like cook!

    • Thanks for sharing, Linda. Yes, I would hope my grandchildren would remember me too, but we seldom see each other, so I guess that is out the window. The way I look at it is, I may not have my own grandchildren to hold and love, but I can hold and love children who need holding and loving. Amen!

  3. Dicky says:

    How tender. I miss my father very much after he passed away about 11 years ago.

  4. Thanks, Jeanne. I loved my Gramma so much and miss her every day. Thinking about her, and my mother, pulling out memories to sift through, I find myself praying that I will have been the type of mom and gramma that those that come after me will remember with as much love and warmth.

  5. LeRoy Dean says:

    Love the picturesque memories! Thanks for sharing.

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