Legacys from grandmothers are precious things. I have a few things that belonged to both of my grandmothers and some that belonged to Jerry's grandmothers. But more precious than the things I have are the memories that live in my heart. Both of my grandmothers were special ladies though vastly different. One was tall and elegant looking and white haired (I got the white hair part!). The other was tiny, had black hair and looked like her Native American ancestors. One was independent and lived quite well on her own. The other was very dependent on her husband and did pretty much everything he told her to. One of them always told me to "help your mother," and the other made me macaroni necklaces.
But more important than all of that is that I knew they both loved me. They wanted me to be good and to mind my parents and be respectful to my elders and to look both ways when crossing the street. They wanted me to be happy and to get good grades, and to be a hard worker. But if I didn't, they still loved me.
I wonder what my grandchildren will remember about me. Will they know that I love them? Will they know that I'm happy when they come to see me? Will they know that time spent with them gives me wonderful memories that live in my heart?
What do you remember about your grandparents? Because it's what we remember that we ought to be sure we're doing for our own grandchildren, don't you think?