Among my Souvenirs-----there I find a variety of things. As I mentioned last week, on my walls are a large collection of butterflies, there are the golden ones, which came from a long past home decor party, the fragile ceramic ones purchased in a souvenir shop or perhaps gifts from a dear friend now long gone from this earth, never the less are all dear to me, from the tiny golden bookmarks, to one rather tiny one, once already broken, but repaired with a squirt of super glue. |
And as I thumbed through the pages of a large old scrap book, I came across a poem once written by a granddaughter while she was still in high school here in Fulda. The Poem, simply titled "GRANDMA IRMA"----reads as follows---
"I glance at an old Photograph, of her and I with smiles.
To times when I was small,
Like on her couch when I was sick,
She means more to me, than anyone could know,
Someday soon, they'll find out though.
She does her best, to please us all,
She raised us up since we were small.
Unlike others, she's always there,
Wrapping her arms around you, like a teddy bear.
Share her smiles, and her tears.
Think of all she's given all these happy years.
The family picnics, croquet in the grass.
All her fancy German things, pickings from the past.
Aunts and Uncles we have never seen,
But her stories tell us of their teens.
She is strong, when we are not,
She helps us up, without second thoughts.
She always seems to understand, what our problems are,
Even when she's miles away, she's never very far.
She'll never ever go away, she will just move on.
She will always be with me, I love her, and so on.”
By Sherry Sell.
Now Sherry is Mrs. Lucas Schultze a young business woman proprietor of Inspired Portraits in Mankato. And a loving and kind mother to Olivia and Josiah their two younguns. Her Poem inspired and touched me those years ago when she gave it to me, and it still touches me and warms my heart. Thank You SO much Sherry.
Moving along page by page---I came across some birthday cards way back from when I turned 75. Seems like soo many years ago, first one, a picture of an old lady, with printing across the front-- "It is not how old you are----but how you are OLD"--Happy Birthday signed with Hugs from Peggy. Peggy was a friend from Tops days, whom I haven't heard from for some time now, perhaps I will if she sees her name in print: and another. This one from Ray Crippen, of Daily Globe Fame, he quotes a line from the Duchess of Windsor, "Young people have beauty, Don't begrudge them that It is their only advantage". It goes on: "To be truly generous, patient, knowledgeable, humble, experienced, insightful, gracious, tolerant, accepting, kindly, content, all that stuff -- you have to be an old folk---The World really has to admire old folks, the world needs us old folks. Happy Birthday Irma. Ray. C.
Yes, it does and Ray is still writing too, every Saturday in the Daily Globe, I never miss it, and you shouldn't either.
And then there was a bit of humor from those "old folks" too. I can't resist including it here from my scrap book: The Lighter Side by Irene Radie--- “What is a grandmother? A grandmother is a lady who has no children of her own. She Likes other peoples little girls. A Grandfather is a boy grandmother. He goes for walks with little boys and they talk about fishing, and tractors and such. Grandmas don't have anything to do but be there. They are old so they can't run. It is enough if they drive us to the market where the pretend horse is and they have lots of dimes. If they take us for a walk they slow down past things like pretty leaves and flowers and caterpillars. They wear glasses and funny underwear, and they take their teeth out. It is better if they don't typewrite or play cards, except with us. They don't have to be smart, only answer questions like why dogs hate cats and why God isn't married. They do not talk baby talk like some visitors do because it is hard to understand. When they read to us they don't skip or mind if its the same story again. Everybody should try to have one, because grandmas are the only grownups who have lots of time."
So then came a poem written by a friend of one of my daughters, some years ago too. It is an original poem that I love, simply. About the rose --- “The earth is the homeland to the flower called the rose. Sent down from the heavens that we may know the magical presence of it's beauty and it's grace. That we may understand the divine truth in the power of its message. That each day and throughout life, our hearts and souls may embrace this truth to reflect its ever persevering spirit. And we together may share and rejoice in the profound blessing it brings to our simple earthly existence.”
There is so much more in that great scrap book so maybe I will share more next time---
So God willing we will meet again in this corner next week. My the Good Lord Bless and Keep you all.