The Weaver of Grass is driving the bus this week and suggests we write about a person. The person who sprang to my mind was my grandmother. There should have been a photograph to accompany this, but the procedure has changed and I am having problems loading my photos. As it used to say on my school report 'Must try harder'!!
A MUCH LOVED GRANDMOTHER.
Tall and striking - warm and loving -
deepset blue eyes and soft white hair.
She was like a second mother to me and we -
her grandchildren - all adored her.
She could do anything, or so we thought.
She knew everything, or so we thought.
Always busy doing something but
always made time for her family, and others.
She raised six children, had nine grandchildren,
kept bees, hens, goats and was a keen gardener.
She knitted, sewed, crocheted, made bread and
even made butter sometimes, and more besides.
In her forties she was gravely ill and almost died
but lived another forty years to
share her love among us all -
there was always enough to go round.
There was a time when I tried to model myself on her
but fear I fell very short of the mark.
She was a remarkable woman - ordinary really,
yet extraordinary and very special - even to this day.
I will try and load the photograph another time but would really have liked it to head this post.