My Grandma was my best friend when I was young. I remember more times with her than anyone else. During the summers, up until when we all moved when I was 11, it seems like I must have spent half my time at her house. Even after we all moved away from each other, I spent some vacations at my grandparents house in Loma Linda.
We played “Hide the Thimble”, Parcheesi, and Chinese Checkers.
She taught me to do a bit of crocheting and to make rag rugs.
We did embroidery and liquid embroidery on pillowcases, tablecloths, and napkins.
With her help, I did many paint-by-number kits and mosaic kits. In fact, it’s one of my projects in the background of this picture of her taken in 1964 for their golden wedding anniversary (she made her dress, of course):
And most fun of all, she and I picked the boysenberries she grew in the garden and made boysenberry jelly. Every summer we would slather it on saltines; it was wonderful!
Strangely enough, the one thing I did not learn was sewing. I was warned early on about not letting the needle go through my thumb and was scared of the sewing machine from then on.
Here we are together when I’m 1 and 2:
Here she is at about 80 years old:
She lived to be 87; she died the year after I finished college. I wish I had had a lot more moments with her, but I love reflecting on the times we did have.
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