The Sweetest Part of My Childhood

Last month, my Grandma Clark went home to be with Jesus. My brother, sister and I lost our last grand-parent.  My mom, lost her mother.  It is hard to wrap my mind around that....not having any of my grand-parents anymore. We were so blessed to have all 4 of them for many many years.  Shoot, I was in my 30's when my first grand-father passed away.  I know not many people can say that, so yes, we are very very blessed indeed! My parents asked me to speak at the funeral....how do you say no to that?  I already had tons of thoughts and words swirling around in my head, so I gathered my wee siblings to get their thoughts as well.  Then I went to writing..... On Sunday's we would hop in Mom's green Nova and head to Grandma's house.....where an adventure always awaited us.  We were always excited to go! She made the BEST biscuits and gravy EVER!  And she always had some waiting for us when we came to visit. She made the best chicken and dumplings on the planet! We never saw her use a recipe to cook anything.....she just knew exactly how to fix everything. She would play croquet with us, she was always yellow. She let me spend the night whenever I wanted to. She rolled my hair in pink rollers and secured them with ruffly undies. After the rolling - we would watch Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune and eat ice cream.  She would sit in her chair and crochet while watching. She let me wear one of her night gowns to bed. She took me to church. She always had time to tell me stories and teach me how to cook - though I am not half the cook she was. She would walk around the farm with me. She and Grandpa drug all of us grand kids to yard sales. She always had orange slices. She let us put water in her huge watering cans and water her flowers. Malissees lived in their attic (now I don't know what a malissee is for sure, but it certainly scared the crap out of me as a child and it kept me out of the attic!) She would let us play dress up with her jewelry. When we would leave their house, she always stood out in the yard or at the front door to wave good-bye to us. The one and only time she left the state of Kentucky was for my wedding in 1992.  I didn't realize this until we were all talking while I was home. She was the hardest working woman I have ever known....my mom describes Grandma as an Oak Tree....strong and rooted. She knew more heartache in her life time than most of us will ever see. She is the sweetest part of my childhood. She loves the Lord and finally....finally...at long last, He called her home! Oh to be in the presence of Jesus!!