Day 6........ I Am Thankful For My Grandma

      This tiny blue eyed little girl LOVED her grandma. Growing up next door was a wonderful privilege and honor. Who could ask for anything any better then too be partially raised by their favorite grandparents. I love spending time in the garden with grandma digging weeds and finding earth worms. Grandma always had her chickens out digging and scratching about the place. I remember one day in all seriousness telling grandma that her chickens stuttered.

    Grandpa had been sick with cancer and had lost a lot of weight and I told granny that Grandpas face had wilted. Another was the kettle had boiled over on the stove and I told her that her kettle was drooling. Kids lingo's are so funny. Granny enjoyed telling me these little stories through the years.
    I think though that some of my favorite memories is grandma tying one of those big white dish towels around my waist and letting me stand on a kitchen chair and help to stir the bread. When ready to make into loaves she would give me a little bit to kneed and make my own little loaves. Fun memories for sure.
    Sitting in that big big rocker while she would read to me stories like Paddle Tail the Beaver, Light Foot The Deer, Mr Blue Birds and His Neighbors and Willy the chipmunk. The chair had the best squeak ever. I am sure we had many naps in that chair together.  Other times she would put on some fun band music and we would march and dance around the house. What laughter and fun that was. Sometimes we would listen to the San Francisco Giants on the radio and yell and root and cheer them on. Grandma loved hoot and holler when it came to ball games.
     Often times I would ride my little horse up to see grandma. She would give me a cookie or an apple to take with me while I would ride all over the hill. Many adventures.

    We sang at the piano for hours too. I loved to hear her play for hours.  Every Friday night at worship she would sing Safely Through another week. I loved hearing her pray. She always ended a prayer with scripture and we would all say it with her. It was incredible being in prayer with her. I have many fond memories of her on her knees before her Heavenly Father.
     I remember another time when a teenager I was down in California spending part of the summer and we were in a little card store over in Ferndale and were asked to leave because we were laugh so hard at all the funny cards. Another time as kids when we lived on the Marble Mountain Farm. Grandpa and Kenny were in the truck and grandma and I were in the little Opal. We chased each other around and tried to hide from them all over all the little logging roads on the property. It was so fun.
    How can I forget the Christmas's with the homemade doughnuts. I make them now every year to keep up the tradition. Oh yes and speaking of Christmas. Mama had gotten me a new Christmas dress from the Dorcas. We didn't have a lot of money. So grandma transformed by sewing silver tinsel garland around the hem, collar and sleeves. I felt so fancy and pretty. Grandma's are just the best.
     I have only shared a small fragment of my memories of the most special grandma that any little girl could ever ask for. She still prays with me often and I call her often too. If you are a grandma I challenge you to make special memories and bond with those grand-babies and have lots of fun. Teach them many things and most of al teach them of the of Jesus.
   I hope someday when I am a grandma I remember all these special little things and make these same memories with my little babies. Today I want to say thank you to my sweet Grandma Verna Carter. I love you with all my heart.