Grandma

Last weekend I went with friends to Washington State, a normal and pretty frequent thing to do although this time we went and explored some new places. It was a great day and on the way home, while waiting in the border line we had the windows down and the smell of farms was wafting into the car. Not the stinky kind of smell but the grass after a long day in the sun, type of smell. It totally reminded me of my Grandma's house in Utah. If it was near by I would probably jump in my car and go for a little drive down memory lane.

I think of Grandma (and all of my grandparents) pretty well every day of my life and have done since she (they) died about 11 (12 and 9) years ago. I often think of her home, the farm, the drinking well, the hay, cows and the street between her house and the house where my Uncle use to live. I think of how she knew her neighbours, went to church, grew her own food, raised children and worked hard. She always seemed to be sewing something on one of her sewing machines.

I find it so interesting that I love being at home, chatting with friends and neighbours, cooking and growing a lot of my own food and work hard. I also doing a lot of sewing and quilting on my machine. The only thing I don't have is children (yet).

Recently one of my cousins wrote to me to say that she was so proud of all that I have done in my life especially the ministry I do in the church and she said that Grandma would be proud. I hope Grandma would be proud after all she knew me through my childhood and teen years but not as a 32 year old (soon to be 33) women, minister, and granddaughter. Wow! If she was around today I would have so many stories to share.