My grandmother always seemed a proper respectable old lady to me. When mother flew in a rage and cursed like a sailor, she was always there to soften the blow. This was not often, but it really leaves an imprint on the memories of a child. Grandma spent most of her time sitting in her rocking chair with her black patten purse close by. How she raise seven boys and a girl on a farm, I can scarce imagine. To me her existence was the domain of her chair. She was sitting in her room to greet us when we arrive home from school. She was there so I could sit at her feet and have her braid my long hair. She could be counted on to pay us to put the cat outside. She was always still and quiet but had such a way of making you feel important just because she listened.
Grandma;s eyes
soft puddles of grey
drawing you in
March 5, 2015 at 8:37 pm
what an interesting and vivid description of her eyes! some people’s eyes certainly do draw us in, picturing Paul Newman’s blue eyes!
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March 6, 2015 at 3:24 pm
Love Newman’s eyes!
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March 5, 2015 at 9:15 pm
Ah! Nice, all that wisdom in those eyes I bet.
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March 5, 2015 at 9:51 pm
very enjoyable read and a lovely combination of poetry and prose.
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March 6, 2015 at 12:17 am
A lot of empathy in 3 lines – very nice
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March 6, 2015 at 3:25 pm
Thank you!
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March 6, 2015 at 2:18 am
Beautiful, beautiful. And that photo — yes, lovely eyes! A remarkable woman. 🙂
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March 6, 2015 at 3:27 pm
A few years ago my uncle gave me a briefcase full of old family photos to scan for him.
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March 6, 2015 at 5:28 pm
Oh, what an awesome experience! Lots of work… Yikes! But wonderful fun too.
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March 6, 2015 at 3:22 am
this is really beautiful
and a great testament
to an important figure in your life
namaste
jzb
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March 6, 2015 at 3:19 pm
Thanks, it was always so comforting knowing she was in her room or in the kitchen sneaking our remaining dinner in the trash. She lived to be 103 and still retained all her memories.
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March 6, 2015 at 3:31 am
jzb saod it best, beautiful.
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March 6, 2015 at 1:29 pm
I’m assuming you could get lost in those puddles…
Right Through the Puddles
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March 6, 2015 at 3:16 pm
Yes, she always listened and also told wonderful stories about the family.
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March 6, 2015 at 3:29 pm
In a large family it was nice to have someone who made each of us feel special.
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