On being a grandma


My mother’s mom was the wife of a farmer.  I knew she had dreams of a big city life and whenever she had the chance she showed her ability to make with entertaining antics.  She was a woman with a true pioneer spirit.  Her husband didn’t really like farming much, so he took a job with a power line construction company, left the basic farming chores to grandma and hired out the rest.

Grandma would rise before the sun and punch her way through a humongous ball of bread dough and set it in pans to rise for lunch. Then she would go to the barn and milk the cows by hand; all the time whistling or singing a tune.  There must have been days when she would rather have stayed in bed, but she didn’t.

Her hair was prematurely white and went down to her waist.  She would braid it tightly and then wind it into a bun.  Her eyes were the bluest blue I have ever seen.  She spoke of her childhood in Montana and how they would gather buffalo chips to make a fire.  I had visions of what it must have been like to live that way.  My dreams often included Indians surrounding a covered wagon. 

The thing I most remember about Grandma was her strength in adversity.  She buried 5 of her 8 children and cared for an ailing husband for many years until he passed away.  After that she kind of gave up and it wasn’t long before she finally fell asleep too.

I have fond memories of her singing with the old time radio station, as the dog accompanied her with his howling strains.  If we were there for a visit and one of us became ill, she would stick some cotton under her nose for a moustache, adopt a German accent and pretend to be a doctor while making us laugh or at least feeling better.

The songs she sang or hummed or whistled were always Gospel songs.  She had an extremely strong faith in God and used that faith to carry her through so much trouble in her life.  She may not have realized it, but she was planting seeds in my heart.  Seeds that would eventually grow into an even more bountiful harvest than she could possibly imagine seeing on that farm.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me the inheritance of your Word through the passing of it from generation to generation  Now that I’m a grandparent, help me to instill that same love for God and His promises in my grandchildren.  What an inheritance to leave them!

Psalm 103:17  ” But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him,
and his righteousness to children’s children.”

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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5 Responses to On being a grandma

  1. katebortell says:

    This is such a beautiful tribute to your Grandma. She was a strong loving woman i can tell. And she passed that on to you i see. How wonderful. Her life sounded hard as far as day to day responsibilities but i cN imagine there was a song in her heart that carried her through. Just lovely! Thanks so much for writing this!


    • atimetoshare says:

      Thanks for your kind words. Both of my grandmas had a great influence on my life. I love that Mother’s Day is a great time to honor them.
      Happy Mother’s Day in advance.


  2. Amen. I’m sure you’re a great one to yours as well!!!


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