Happy Wednesday, my friends!
I hope all of you had a special Easter with family or friends. We had a wonderful day with lots of good food and lots of babies running around. I can't think of anything better 💛
Today I want to share a story with you from my book Notes From A Writer's Heart. It's called Coffee Can of Colors and it's a true story about my grandmother and me.
I hope you enjoy...
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If you drive down Hill Road, turn left onto the dirt drive
and through the aluminum gate, you’ll see the wooden house.
Worn and tattered from too many years of
fixing and not enough paint to make it shine.
If you walk up the back steps and through the screen door,
you’ll enter the dining room and kitchen
where a rifle stood in the corner
and meals were cooked day and night.
If you open the bottom cabinet, nearest the back door,
you’ll find a coffee can of colors,
several coloring books and a trail of sugar ants.
It was the first place I looked when I walked inside.
That cabinet full of crayons made me feel like she was
always waiting for me; knowing I’d come again.
I would take my place at the table, with MawMaw straight across.
I remember sugar cubes in her coffee and her red dress on.
I don’t remember what we talked about,
but I remember coloring as we sat.
MawMaw and me and a coffee can full of colors.
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I don't have many memories of my grandmother, but what I do remember is that she loved the color red. She wore red dresses, had red bath towels and red interior in her car. She loved to play the piano and cooked a huge meal every Sunday.
I don't remember her being a warm and fuzzy kind of grandmother, but she spent time playing the piano when I asked her to and she sat with me when I colored. Maybe after raising 7 boys and 2 girls, that's all she had left to give. She was probably tired.
But I did feel special when I walked into her house, opened that cabinet door and always found the coloring books and crayons there waiting for me.
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Until Next Time...
Blessings!
What a treasured memory you shared!
ReplyDeleteYou are a beautiful writer. Thanks for sharing your heart today. Grandmothers are special.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet memory. I wish I had known my grandparents. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat is such a precious memory, thanks for sharing with all of us.
ReplyDeleteSuch a precious memory. Thanks for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteWhat a precious memory and your way with words just transported me into that kitchen and found myself sitting next to you coloring and listening to Grandma.
ReplyDeleteMy mother, my children's grandma love RED. I can see her in her red blouse and white pleated skirt. Or a red scarf around her neck. Thank you for the memories you share....and the ones you reminded me of. Love and Hugs.
Love this memory my Friend - and sure love how you write. You truly have a writers heart. Blessings! 💗
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely memory!
ReplyDeleteI love that all the grandmas, Mimis, Nanas and more are all so unique! And can leave such special, and unique, imprints on our lives!!
ReplyDeleteLovely memory 💕Made me think of going to my grandmother's house.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful memory! It's funny how certain smells or sounds can trigger a powerful memory like the one you shared.
ReplyDeleteWhat a special memory. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHello! This is lovely, my sweet friend. Your writing is soul touching.
ReplyDeleteThis post is loaded with sweetness and wonderful memories of your grandmother. It's the little things that we remember that bring us so much joy. I know you never look at a red crayon without thinking of your grandmother. My maternal grandmother passed when I was only 3 and my paternal grandmother lived with one of my aunts and her family. I never really got to experience a one on one relationship with her. I think this taught me that I really wanted to be the BEST grandmother I could be to my grandchildren. love your writing..so peaceful to read
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