When I was young my (paternal) grandparents lived in a townhouse in Downtown Charleston and my Momo (grandmother) would make biscuits and put butter and honey in them…I loved those warm biscuits. And from as far back as I can remember my Momo would pour a bit of her coffee in a small saucer and drink the coffee from it (I guess the coffee in the cup was too hot). As I drink my coffee this morning, and eat a left over biscuit from last night’s dinner, with butter and honey in it, of course, (I warmed it in the toaster oven so the butter would melt and the biscuit would be warm but not overcooked or yucky, like the microwave would make it), I am reminded of my Momo. I don’t have the green thumb that she had, but I do have what my kids like to call my witch laugh…She cackled and I have gotten her laugh. She was born on 2-27-27…How awesome is that? She died 11-30-2004. My grandfather, whom everyone called Bubba when he was little and Gus when got older was laid back, a Jack-of-all-trades, prior Army and served in 2 wars (I believe), was one of the best people I’ve ever known. His laughter filled the room and made you feel good all over. He had a great way with people. I have a 2 month old grandson now, and thinking about my grandparents has made me even more determined to spend a great deal of time with my grandchild that is quality time. People can buy things all they want, but I have real memories of my grandparents. Memories that I don’t need photographs to help remind me of, but that reside in my mind’s eye. I’m excited about all the things I can do with my grandson as he grows. Right now he’s so young he won’t remember, but as he gets older he will and I’ll have pictures for when he’s too young to remember and memories once he grows, along with pictures to help.
I’m glad I’ve gotten into the scrapbooking thing. I’m so thankful that I have tons of family pictures, though I would like a lot more of my grandparents, and I’ll have a lot of pics for my grandson.