Kristen blogged in the last couple of days. Her Meme passed away and she's reflecting on her own life as we often do when death completes the grand circle.... I am thinking of my own Grandpapa because whenever someone else loses someone close to them, I think of my first loss. I really don't remeber much about his life or his death, but I remember how empty I felt and how much I missed him and that he loved me so much. It was a long time ago, I was 8 or 9 when he died but I remember speaking french, the smell of the house, picking rhubarb from his garden, eating chocolate cake, drinking quik, eating vanilla ice cream with quik, maple cookies in the bottom drawer and map-o-spread... and now, what do I want.... map-o-spread ... Kristen, my prayers are with you friend :)
I was 8 when my grandfather died. I didn't know him well and had very few memories of him. When I was 16 an old man entered the place where I worked. When he found out my name he asked if I was related to a certain man, who just happened to be my grandfather.
ReplyDeleteThe old man told me that my grandfather was a good man who, during the depression, worked as a plumber, free of charge, for anyone in the neighborhood who needed him. And only on occasion would he accept food from gardens in return. I cried for my grandfather that day, eight years later, for the very first time.
I won't share my memories of my Grandfather as I didn't really like him. Not because he was a bad person, but he was terminally ill throughout my whole life until his death when I was 12 and his illness gave him a short temper. I am told by others older than me that he was a good man and a great father.
ReplyDeleteMs. Buttercup, do you realise all of your listed memories are of food?