~2 Loving People~

I was looking really close at these photos..remembering these

2 very dear people.. They came over from Camborne, in

the UK..Cornwall... They were my mother's parents.. What I

noticed MOST about this photo..look how they hold me..My

Gramma has her right hand behind her, holding MY hand that

is holding her.. See her hand on the other side of me, my

left side? Look at Grandpa.. His arm around my shoulders.. I

remember that day.. It was a nice fall day...My mother took

this photo.. I believe my dad was off hunting grouse in the

woods.. we stopped on the side of the road not too far from

this spot was a picnic table where my mother and gramma

had set up snacks and of course thermos bottles of coffee

and tea.
My grandpa, his name was Sidney, loving man, very tall and

he LOVED flowers and rabbits and gardening.. He had pens

down in back of the house where he had huge cages with

rabbits in them.. He sold them to local people for food.. I can

remember how he would take me to one of the cages when a

mother rabbit had babies.. He very carefully would pull the downy

fur away that was covering them.. He used a stick so that the

mother wouldn't know the babies had been touched .. He warned

that if we touched them the mother would kill them..and I SURE

didn't want THAT on my conscience.. I looked at those tiny babies..

and they were so cute.. I had the best time with them when they

got older.. Gramma always saved scraps so I could go down and

feed them when I stayed there. His rabbits were huge. I had some

photos of them..but sadly I couldn't keep the album they all were

in.. I remember them though.. and they were MASSIVE animals..

Both of my Grandparents loved the outdoors and gardening and

I can remember the lillys and daffodils..tulips were a special favorite

and pansy's.. Their garden was full... They had a vegetable garden

that was almost as big as a football field it seemed to me.. My

Grandpa had one of those old scythe.. A long handled sharp thing

that he would swing back and forth and cut all the tall grass along

the edge of the garden.. Their house was not really at the top of a

hill but on the side, sort of on a ridge that ran the length of the town.

There had been mines back then all along that river.. there were pits

where many had caved in.. Grandpa would walk every day along a

path that was at the top of them, was a beautiful view of the town

below.. When they found him that morning.. he had gone for one of

his favorite sunset walks, he had a log there that he sat on..smoked a

cigarette..then walk back home... That sunset evening before..he

didn't make it back to his house..but he did go Home...

Gramma carried on.. sold that huge house and got a wonderful

little apartment.. 3 rooms that over looked the town.. she loved it..
She had all her favorite things there, especially her rocking chair,

which she had by the window.. When I would go down town with

my friends, I always made sure I went by and saw her, as I came

down the side walk I could see her sitting there, just like I used

to when I ran down that path to her waiting on the porch with both

her arms and the door wide open waiting for me... As I ran up to

the door I could see her waving and getting up going to the top

of the stairs waiting for me to yell "Hi Gramma, I'm here !" She

was such a sweet lady..

When I went off to college, to Nursing School, I would get cards

from her with sweet letters..and always a few dollars for me.. I

made sure I would visit every time I went home.. When she knew

I was coming.. she would make Some of her wonderful pea soup,

or even a pasty for me.. or some of her Heavy Cake.. When she

passed on.. My mother told me she found a huge bag of cards

that she had received over the years from her children and friends

for various occasions, they started to throw them away but thought

perhaps a photo or something might be inside the card.. They

found photos and letters..but also money..she never took the money

out..and left it in the cards.. We never did know why she never used

it.. I know Gramma always told me, "you have to do what you have

to do, the best way you can..and depend on your self, Lois, and

you can do anything". She was a dear lady.. Her name was Beatrice

Violet...

Well I just went rolling right down memory lane didn't I? Its so nice

though to look at these old photos..and to remember.. I will be

honest and say that to remember these great people and that day

brings tears to my eyes.. but theyre good kind, ones of sweet

memories..that are so good to remember...

Now I have to remember the way to my kitchen..Donnie is coming

over to pick up a few things I had Penny get today..My Dolly is having

a baby shower on Saturday and I want to give him some things

to take to it.. I wont be going..I just don't like going out in this snow..

and I know it wont be gone by then...So a snack and some TV and

of course my GORGEOUS WEEBLE "Nitey Nite" :-)

Y'all have a good one now, Y'hear? love ya, and thanks.. :-)

Always, Lois ****

God Bless you, is my prayer today,

I'm so honored to call you "friend";

I pray the Lord will keep you safe,

Until I write again.....