Thursday, March 26, 2009

My grandma reads my blog......please help me...

While I am getting the finishing touchs on my stray voltage post, I wanted to tell you all that I am afraid - very afraid...Why you ask,cuz my grandma reads my blog. *gulp* I called her this morning and was chastised for swearing to much on my blog. SO, granny babe - I promise to be a better girl and not swear so much on my blog, but in real life no promises. *snicker* Last week I got an email that had a picture of a woman being hugged in Jesus's arms and the caption said this "Be the kind of woman that when you get out of bed in the morning that the devil says 'crap she's up'." They wrote that after my grandma I swear it! In all honesty we feel like it to at times - crap she's up!!! LOL LOL LOL just kidding granny babe! Dont call me and tell me I am being bad again ok! SO, before I post about stray voltage I want to know about all of your grandma's. What is the one thing that stands out in your mind the most about them, that you will carry with you to the grave - or at least until you cant remember....what was I saying? Now, I am off to finish my laundry and feed the Milk Dud - he is still sleeping, the lazy critter.

19 comments:

Rechelle said...

Heidi - I read the um...'offending' post (s). I think you said everything just right. Of course, I am not your grandma. Also very tired of the cult of Obama. He may turn out to be a good president yet, but I am always suspicious of 'popular' things. They usually tend out to be full of empty promises.

Vanessa said...

I remember once, when I was about 14, Grandma was showing my sisters and me through her garden. She wouldn't let us go near her cucumbers until she made sure none of us were "havin' your monthlies". Not sure what would happen to the cukes, I didn't have the nerve to ask! She still has many words of wisdom for us like that.

Hohni said...

She used to dance in the kitchen to Conway Twitty with us in her arms. After bath time at her house she would dry us off with the hair dryer so that we would stay warm.!!!

Meadowlark said...

I'm just lucky she can't read this.

If she were in the kitchen and had gas, she'd just sorta shake her leg out under her dress and say "s'cuse me" and then we'd giggle and run away.

Weird the things that stay with us. And if I were you I'd threaten your gran with a story like this... ;)

Domestic Diva said...

After a long battle with near life long complications of diabetes, my grandma passed away september of 07 at her home surrounded by family (hospice was a blessing).
There are many memories of her life I've tucked away over my almost 27 years, but the ones the stand out the most, and probably will forever are the ones immediatley before and after her passing. Being a lifelong diabetic, sugar laden cookies were always a big no no. Being terminally ill, appetite was more or less non existant for her. A long time family friend stopped over with a big plate of homemade cookies for my grandpa, and the rest of the family. Comfort food, if you will. Well, when she made it to my grandma's bedside where my grandpa was, my grandma started trying to reach up and grab the plate. She wasn't really able to speak anymore, just the occasional i love you if you were up real close and said it first. But when my grandpa saw her reach for those cookies, and asked her, "what ma, you want one of those?" her eyes got HUGE and she nodded her head yes, and she ate that whole cookie with the biggest smile on her face, and fell asleep with the last bit in her hand. It was the last thing she ever ate, but it brought her such joy. I will remember it always. Later that day, her long time friend/beautician came over to cut her hair for her too, and grandma was always particular about how she appeared, and was again, left with a big grin on her face during the hair cut, and fell asleep halfway thru. it was a hurry to give her as much joy and love as we could before she went. I wanted to paint her nails for her, as she was fond of having them painted a certain shade of pale pink, and couldn't while in the hospital. The hospice nurse said the fumes might upset her lungs, so I couldn't. I pretended I did tho, to make her feel better. The next day, she passed away, and we all held her hands, and told her "fly ma, fly, your going home!" and after she passed and we were finally able to let go of her hands, and were waiting on the funeral home to show up, I grabbed her favorite color of polish, and painted her nails.
She even raised me, for a few years when i was young, so there really are tons of memories with her on the farm, so I don't know why the last ones stand out so much... they just do :)
gradma's are the best, they really are. I sure do miss mine, but I look forward to the blessing of hopefully getting to be one someday myself!! :)

oh my! I've written the worlds longest comment...sorry heidi! you asked, and i blabbered, lol. Hope your havin' a great thursday...

(sadie)

Barb and Steve said...

One grandma was so nice, big bear hugs when we saw her, but she died when I was seven. The other grandma was my farm grandma who had 7 kids & made all of us grandkids be quiet when we were there. She always said "shoe, shoe" when we were loud :-)

krueth said...

I had the very best grandma's in the world....My Maternal grandma was very stylish and made an excellent pot of soup on her woodstove in a kettle that had a lid with a little diddler I called it that rattled up and down...she always would throw her leg over the arm of her easy chair when she read and I do the same thing...My paternal grandmother was very bent and misshapen from arthritis but would have me come over and made me cold bean sandwiches, to this day I LOVE cold bean sandwiches and think of her each time I have one....What would we be without our grandparents and the memories we have of them.

COFFEE MAN said...

Dear Milkmanswife's Grandma :

I agree she has been cussing way to much "chuckles" She has gotten very sassy and disrespectfull ! "snorts" I think her granny needs to cut a switch and teach her a lesson !

Your Friend

CoffeeMan

"rollin on floor laughin my head off"

Dawn said...

I remember and know most that my grandma loves all of us unconditionally and that we are all her favorite. But I know that I"M really the favorite. She just doesn't want the others to feel bad!

Heidi said...

I LOVE THESE and Sadie - dont you worry about how much you write... Coffee Man...if only....you lived closer...I schmack ya.....

Ranch wife said...

Hi, just wanted to comment I bounced over from another blog by the way. I love your blog. I am a farmers daughter and I can relate to the posts about the family farm...My dad has been gone for 6 years...and with the prices of everything non of us kids are able to continue farming. We still have the land..leased to a cousin, and for that we are grateful.

My grandmother more or less raised me and my sibs. She was an awesome women of God. She was 97 when she passed away. She went from horse and buggy to seeing a man on the moon. We used to play superman and jump out of the tree in her yard. She would tie white tea towels on us and those were our capes.

~M~

Mrs Mom said...

LOL Aww Gramma, it's OK. Don't be too hard on Heidi. She is one of the most amazing women that I know, and even with her occasional potty mouth episode, we all love her dearly and wouldn't trade or change her for the world! ;)

Amber said...

my mamaw was the best sweetest, little lady around.She raised 14 kids of her own, then she raised 6 or 7 of us grandkids. She was the one we went to when we needed to talk, or when we had a sweet tooth. Also if we had a splinter, she could dig out splinters so easy and fast you didn't feel it. Man, I miss her so bad...she passed away in 1993, when I was 19, after having breast cancer twice! Mamaw, I miss you!

LDF said...

I don't have particularly good memories of my biological gramma, but I did have several 'adopted' grans that meant the world to me. Mammy "F" was hell bent on keeping my face scrubbed cleaned, and she wielded a wicked wash rag -- I was more than a little scared of her, but once my freckles were scrubbed into submission, she let me play with her rosary beads and holy statues. Gramma "B" was quite vain about her figure and wore an old-fashioned corset well into her 90s ... said she'd fall right over if they ever took it off her! In her final years in a care home, nurses tried to take her corset away, and she put it back on OVER her nightie! Gramma "S" always had a dish of peppermints out in her front room and approved of raiding the candy dish. She also loved an excuse to make chocolate cookies. My best childhood friend's Gramma (We both called her Mom) always included me in her family's activities without question, even if I arrived unannounced. She never put up with drinking or cussing, so I had a few stern lectures from her when I was a rebellious teenager! Regardless, I loved her best of all my adopted grans. Sadly, all of them passed on before my kids had a chance to get to know them.

Marilyn said...

I am a grandma.My grandma's were very different and have been gone for many years. They traveled into this country in a covered wagon and helped to establish the communities,raise a family, help on the farm and whatever it took to survive.. From them, and the memories and values that they left for me, I hope that I have learned to be a good grandma too.

Ye Merrie Quilter said...

I really didn't know either of my grandmas--one lived in Seattle and the other lived in Florida while I lived in Minnesota and Wisconsin. I actually get sad and envious when I hear people talk about their happy experiences with their Grandmas or learning to knit or quilt at their knee... I did meet them a few times when they traveled to visit us. Both grandmas married more than once, and a step-grandfather remarried later, so I ended up with SIX grandfathers (only met three) and THREE grandmothers. One of them was Gramma Jo who lived in Buffalo with grandpa Clyde (Clyde was my paternal grandmother's second husband, who adopted my dad, but they divorced long before I was born; then he married Jo). Jo was a pistol who stuffed us with cookies and Bugles and taught us to play penny poker. While I didn't get to know any of them well, Jo was probably the most memorable. She passed away in 1996 or so in an auto accident.

Cherrie said...

I can remember mine popping popcorn every night on the coal stove, shaking that pan and those kernals popping in hot oil. So much better than the microwave popcorn now!

B. J. Brooks said...

My grandmother lost her eye sight when I was around 5 years old. Grandpa strung a rope from the house to the out house for her. Those were the days. (not) She could still make the best biscuits I've ever ate.

But my best memory was when my children were very young and I took them to see her. She and grandpa had moved to assisted living by then.

I knocked on the door and asked if Viola Dickinson lived there. She yelled from the living room, "That's Barbara Jean, I'd know that voice anywhere." I had not been in her prescense in probably 10 years or more and she still knew my voice.

They were married for 68 years and died within 6 weeks of each other. He was a preacher and she a house wife. They eloped when she was 13.

Quite a story.

Love your Blog

Many Blessings
B.J. Brooks
(Robinson)

Sand Flat Farm said...

Oh how I could tell stories about my grandmothers. My maternal Nannie kept me until I went to school cuz mama had to work. She loved the Lord so much.

My favorite thing was when she'd tell me stories from her growin' up years - her 3 brothers, scarlet fever when she nearly died, her 2 pet raccoons, her pet rooster, having to quit school after about the 4th grade and work on the farm, then in a sweatshop.

When I was little & stayed with her,She had a big ole hedge beside the house, and when I would misbehave, she'd say "you get out there and go get me a switch!" and I'd have to go get my own switch and she'd switch my legs good - oh how it stung!

She had an old little iron skillet on the stove and she'd make me scrambled eggs in it, and then I'd want another one, and then another. She'd make me as many as I could eat!!!

I was with her when she died, just me, holding her hand and quietly singing hymns - don't know if she could hear me or not. My mom was out of state. I'm so glad I was there. I miss her so much still after 15 years.