Wednesday, November 12, 2008

remembering and vowing to never forget.

i spent a couple of days back out in rural kansas to bury grandma. it's been a while since i've actually spent considerable time there. our family gatherings at the farm ceased about 10 years ago and were replaced by short day trips to the assisted living facility.

i love small towns. i remember growing up, our family visits were typically noted in the weekly paper.

my dad was raised on the farm and went to school in a one-room schoolhouse up until high school.

he rode a horse to get there.

but not before grandma had his clothes pressed.

milk, eggs, and chicken were fresh from the farm.

grandma would occasionally lend a hand by milking a cow, but always in a dress.

lots of stories were shared to me about my grandmother this last week. i hung on to every word and hope that somehow i will remember it all forever.

i'm afraid of that. that i'll forget. that the stories will fade over time as most things do.

i know one story that never won't ...

the time that aunt nita brought my grandma a pie and was chased by a wild turkey. grandma laughed as she watch aunt nita run across the front lawn. after a successful pie delivery, grandma hit that turkey over the head with a stick so hard that it knocked him out. that's when aunt nita made her escape.

true story.

i told you she was a firecracker.

1 comment:

Kerstin said...

I know I've told u this before but THAT picture is AMAZING!!