January 2, 2016

Grandma's Cranberry Journal

Where to start?  hummmm {clicking the keys}

sitting here trying to focus my thoughts are swirling around in my mind.
I have the excited little girl feeling.

Almost like when you have something you dearly loved but have misplaced for months and then you find it again.  You are thrilled and joyful {squeal} to have it in your possession again  You hug it to your chest, spin around, and wonder how you lived without it.?.

So now...  How to begin again?
I blog for my children.  To preserve those moments that I can't dwell on each day but want to tuck away for the future. I write and record my thoughts because it's in me to do so.  All because I have have a Grandmother named Alberta.

When I was a teenager, my grandmother Alberta gave me a small old {red} journals.  This delicate book became priceless to me as I poured through the pages.  I realized that carefully documented were my grandmother's thoughts and experiences in her first few years of marriage.  I blushed and smiled when she talked about her love of my blue eyed Papa.

Tears welled up in my eyes when she realized she was expecting her first baby and the stories of the little baby boy that grew up to be my father.

I loved learning that her and papa weren't perfect but quarreled at least once....but made up the same day.  I laughed to learn that she recorded her love of rearranging furniture....I come by that very honestly!

Priceless and irreplaceable.

I purposed in my heart and made a promise to myself to create something like that to pass on to my children.  Something similar to Grandma Alberta's cranberry colored journal.

Another memory of Grandma that is to precious not to share is her ever present bandana.  She was rarely without a red or navy bandana tied around her dark hair.  Maybe only when she was at church or a wedding. She always told me her grandmother was full blooded Indian and that's why she had such dark hair and deep brown eyes.  So for this reason I will always own a bandana and feel closer to my Grandmother when I tie it around my hair.

I dream of my own daughters or granddaughters reading these words years from now and knowing how much they were loved and cherished.

count your blessings
#1 snow banks
#2 old wooden sleds
#3 warm waterproof mittens

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