Sunday, May 27, 2012
Not just one but two...
Not just one but two legacies are planted in my garden. They are from each grandmother. The White peony is my paternal grandma's and the pink is the other. Father's mother I never knew - she passed away the year I was born. Mother's mom I knew well. As I mentioned in an older post I still think of her often.
Both of these ladies shared similar interests. They loved to cook and bake - they sewed (who didn't back then) and obviously they loved flowers.
The peonies are amazing. They live extremely long. The white one I have is over 70 years old. It grew at the family farm near the outhouse (yes we had one of those - it no longer remains except in memory). The pink one came from Grandma M. When she moved from her home she gave me a start. It has to be over a half a century in age. They mean so much. They represent a heritage passed down through time.
This past week I visited these dear souls' resting places. I wanted to pay respect. I planted some flowers on their graves. I wanted to say thank you . One grandma rocked me to sleep - sang lullabyes - baked cookies - sewed my dresses and cared for this child so well. The other gave me a wonderful father who has shared his memories of her.
Tomorrow in America we will remember our fallen soldiers and all who gave of their lives. There are so many who died that I might be free. I am so grateful for their sacrifice.
When I stop to give thanks for those brave men and women I will be thinking about my grandmothers as well. Their legacy lives on not only in the garden but in my heart.
I must go for now. I have a couple of flowers to pick and bring in. They will look lovely together in a vase.
at May 27, 2012
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