Grandma A was the best. Jen mentioned how good she smelled when she tucked us in at night...it was Ponds cold cream, I will never forget. To this day, I still wear a hand me down slip that was probably 20 years old when she gave it to me 20 years ago...has holes and tears in it, but i still wear it. Love her dearly and will never ever forget her amazing way of just "being"
My grandmother, also a mother, a sister, a wife and a friend
So full of grace and beauty that even as a child
I knew she was extraordinary.
She grew the most beautiful tulips
They were flawless like her skin
Covered in rock, they refused to fade
I visited grandma’s house whenever I could
Played hooky from school to spend the day
Watching grandpa’s “show” and eating her meals
We all loved her homemade bread
But everything that came from her kitchen
Was so full of love and flavor – it was almost surreal
Be it noon meal or supper, every day of the week
There were pressed linens and rose patterned dishes
Adorning the table, yet paling in comparison to her loveliness
She was generous in love . . . and gifts
She filled our hearts . . .and grandpa’s Volkswagen van
With more gifts than our eyes could believe
On Christmas Eve
Sleepovers at grandma’s house
One of the fondest memories of my childhood
She smelled so good when she tucked us in
That night cream she lathered in paid off
She was stunning both inside and out
For more than 95 years, she was effortlessly beautiful
She was funny too
I remember some of the things she told grandpa to do
And her humor and wit, just like her tulips, never faded.
Beauty and poise she was full of
With tenacious independence and strength
A selfless giver of love and grace
God Bless My grandmother
Some of my fondest memories of Myrt were in her little kitchen teaching me her secrets of making perfect piecrust and numerous other goodies. She was a very patient teacher and one beautiful lady. I was the fortunate recipient of one of her beautiful afghans which I will forever cherish. I loved her dearly.
Mary Makinen (Federal Way)
My memories of Cheryl's mother make me smile. She was always smiling, ready to put those around her at ease. She gave us all a good example of how to grow older with grace and patience. She was a strong, good woman with a beautiful spirit and a deep love for her children and grandchildren.
Monda Van Hollebeke
My first memories of you were more like a mother. I was 6 when you were married. I'll always remember the pretty red velvet dress with glass buttons that you sent me. Then I grew up and we wore each others clothes and shoes and became good friends. The best gift you ever gave me was Cheryl. I always claimed her as half mine.
Forever with love, Mary Ellen