A Quick Month
Though it has been a cold month, for me the time has gone fast. I stay busy for most of each day. Decades ago I would visit my grandmother Laura at the time she lived in her little mobile home in Stewart . . . right across from St. Paul’s Lutheran Church.
Grandma had such a wonderful disposition. She was wheelchair bound. Arthritis had not many options for her compared to my time. My dad, Raymond, and his brother Lester bought the mobile home for Laura and tricked it out so it was wheelchair friendly. She could scoot her wheelchair right up to the kitchen sink as well as some cabinets.
My sister Elvera and I took turns every Saturday helping with her bath, washing and setting her hair. She would be going to church the next day, via my parents, with her hair looking good. There is no age on vanity.
My greatest treasure of a lesson in life came from Grandma Laura. Oh so often she would tell me that if God gives you a day, you shall have something to show for it. It tickled me that grandma often used the word “shall” rather than could or would. German had been her first language so hard telling how that “shall” had come about.
Both of my children have an African, aka: afghan that Grandma Laura made for them. No one ever had the heart to correct that sweet little lady about her Africans. Grandma Laura had a way with her threads and fuzz.
Today, I worked on some hand stitching in my bedroom porch. It is still too cold to work in the studio comfortably. The right time will come soon enough. Many times I think of Grandma Laura and her tenacity as I share her love of thread and fuzz.
A time after I had had the stroke I knew from the school of hard knocks some things in my day-to-day life were never going to get better. And . . they didn’t. But I got better in my thinking and not dwelling on what I couldn’t do but finding ways and relishing all that I could do. Thank you Grandma Laura!
With that, Noreen Laura, is taking her leave. ♥