Category Archives: Family

Sadness Doubled

Wednesday morning, I received sad news two-fold. First, I learned that Janet, one of my first cousins, whose health had been declining for several months, had passed away.  Although we knew it was inevitable, we weren’t expecting it so quickly.

She lived nearby, and I always enjoyed our visits. I will remember her for her beautiful counted cross stitch work, which she had framed and displayed throughout her home, her corn pudding and the loving marriage she and her husband shared for 61 years.

Less than an hour after learning of Janet’s death, I had a call from Marshall.  He and I text each other often, but phone calls between us are somewhat rare, so my “mom radar” activated, and I knew it was something important.  He was calling to tell me that his grandmother had died.

I’d like to share a little about her with you.

“Granny” was born in the mountains of southwest Virginia in 1920. She and her husband were parents to four sons. Sometime in the mid 1950’s, her husband’s job brought them across the state to southeast Virginia.

I met her more than 45 years ago when I began dating her son, who would later become my husband and Marshall’s father. She made me feel welcome from our first meeting.

Granny was a kind woman with a strong faith. Many times, especially on holidays, she’d send a plate of food to an elderly neighbor who lived alone. If a stray kitty came to her door, it was homeless no more.

We lived about an hour away, so weekly visits on Sunday were the norm.

Granny & Grandaddy with Marshall

For Christmas, 1982, I gave Granny a doll that I had made. She loved dolls, and I think she approved of this one.

Even after my marriage to her son ended, she and I corresponded by mail. In one of her notes, she wrote that I would always be part of the family. She often asked Marshall to tell me to come see her.

So, two years ago, he went with me to visit her to celebrate her 95th birthday. I still recall her exact words when she opened the door: “My lands. I didn’t think you’d come”.

But her smile was quite a bit broader when she hugged Marshall.

And now, to end this somber post with a laugh…..a photo taken in 1972 of Granny and me. I don’t know that Marshall has ever seen this picture.  (And let me just say that there were (very) short shorts under that “dress” I was wearing.)

Granny was a very special woman. I can’t say that I’ve ever known anyone with such a sweet, Christian spirit, forgiving nature and generous heart.

I’m glad she was part of my life, and my heart aches for her family as they face life without her.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

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Monday Morning Mews: Crafting

Happy Monday, readers! Sundae here with this week’s mews.

Sometimes, Motor Mommy likes to celebrate those “National Days”, and last Saturday was National Card Making Day.

So I decided to celebrate right along with her. Let’s see….wonder what I do with this thing called ‘adhesive’?

And look at these little things. I think Motor Mommy calls those “embellishments”.

And, in the end, exactly how did I celebrate the day?

By batting everything I possibly could on the floor.

I AM, after all, a cat…..

~These Days Of Mine~

Peanuts At The Castle

Last weekend, Motor Man and I ran an errand in neighboring Surry County. Our travels took us right through my tiny home town of Bacon’s Castle.  I noticed from the main highway that a local farmer was harvesting peanuts (or we used to say: “pickin’ peanuts”) in the field beside historic Bacon’s Castle.

You might think that it would be confusing having a town as well as a historic house with the same name. Those of us who grew up in Bacon’s Castle learned from our parents: we referred to the village and surrounding vicinity as “The Castle”, and the house, of course, was “The Castle House.” Problem solved.

Of course, we stopped for some photos.

For those of you unfamiliar with peanut crops, these are the vines, which are baled and will be fed to livestock through the winter. (This post I wrote in 2012 will give you even more info on peanut farming.)

This next photo, by far, was my favorite of the pictures I took last weekend. You can see the famous triple chimneys of “The Castle House” through the trees.

And while I was there, I couldn’t help but think of my granddaddy, who once farmed those same peanut fields in the 1920’s and 30’s.

Back in those days, they “shocked” the peanuts, which means they stacked them vertically on poles to dry. Modern-day farming is so much easier.

Although my mom and her family moved from the Bacon’s Castle farm many years before I was born, I still feel such a strong connection to them every time I’m there.  And Sunday was no exception.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Monday Morning Mews – Selfie

Hello, furriends – Gypsy here this week with the mews.

Today, I’m sharing a selfie that Motor Mommy and I took recently.

Now, here is my observation on this picture.  Motor Mommy is obviously trying to look  young and cute as attractive as she can. And, if you’ve ever taken a selfie, you know that can sometimes be difficult.

As for me, I would be interested in your opinion as to just what my feelings were at that purrticular moment:  Annoyed? Unhappy? Trying to look ferocious?

Please leave your opinion in the comments.  This should be furry interesting….

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Monday Morning Mews: From My Window Seat

Hello, readers! Sundae here with this week’s mews.

Today, I’m sharing a recent picture that Motor Mommy snapped of me enjoying the view from my window seat. Not long after I adopted my pawrents, they bought that seat for me, and I love it.  I can see rabbits, squirrels, turtles, birds, geese AND these big creatures from my window.

And, although it flew away before Motor Mommy snapped the picture, there WAS a hummingbird there at the feeder just a few minutes earlier.

I am one lucky kitty girl. What do you see from YOUR window?

~These Days Of Mine~

Love Notes And Pancakes

Yesterday, Motor Man learned that it was National Love Note Day.  When he came home, I was at the opposite end of the house. He “ducked” into the kitchen, then called to me that the ducks were outside and demanding to be fed.

I walked by the kitchen without looking in and went out to the garage.  This is what I saw:

As I turned to come back inside, I saw this on the interior door:

On the refrigerator door in the kitchen:

This was on the computer monitor:

On my pillow:

And on my bathroom mirror:

In the meantime, I had heard that it was National Pancake Day, so we headed to Cracker Barrel for yummy Pumpkin Spice Pancakes. (We shared.)

Love notes + pancakes = a sweet celebration.

~These Days Of Mine~

Some Happy, Some Sad

Those were the feelings that Motor Man and I experienced yesterday.

Our happiness was in celebrating the 60th wedding anniversary of my cousin, Betty and her husband, L.D.

Earlier in the day, we attended services for our friend, Alan. We were touched by the words of his son and remembered what a fine man we had the honor to know.

Today, I’m sharing a recent sunset in memory of Alan.

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory –
some happy some sad*

*Come Sail Away, Styx

These Days Of Mine~