Grandma's Peach Blossoms:
When Mom told me these were taken from Grandma's peach trees, memories of my Grandma surfaced anew. I don't know which peach tree Mom photographed for these, but the peach tree that comes to my mind is the one that could be seen from the window beside Grandma's chair. If the boys had been naughty, she'd threaten them if they didn't behave they'd be cutting their own switch from that tree and she'd give them some "peach tree tea." That always got their attention but I don't recall a single time anyone ever had to cut a switch and bring it to Grandma. I'm sure the boys can remember occasions they did that though!
My grandma died several years ago, but when I was growing up she referred to me as "Grandma's Girl." I loved spending time with her as a child and would spend as much time at her house as my own, if not more. She lived half a mile from our house out in the country and my siblings and I were often found running up and down the highway between the houses. Our dog didn't even know whether he lived at her house or ours.
Her Molasses Cookies were the best. We'd spend hours playing game after game of Rummy. There was usually a puzzle in progress on one of the tables in her kitchen and she'd let me help her find some of the pieces. Before she became unable to work in her garden, we'd spend much time outside weeding her vegetables in the garden behind the house.
When I was a preteen Grandma gave me her hope chest that was over 100 years old and began collecting items to put in it for me. I still have some of my great grandmother's plates she and mom put in it for me, as well as one of Grandma Dolly's tea cups.
Grandma always had quilts in progress and often a quilt rack hung from the living room ceiling or the kitchen ceiling. When she could no longer sew, I asked for one of her last quilt tops to save for Heather and although it's never been made into a quilt, I will keep it so Heather has something from my Grandma.
I am so thankful to have grown up living so close to so many relatives, especially my grandparents. When Nana came to visit last weekend and we were out taking so many photos of flowers, we were thinking of Grandma. Grandma loved her flowers and always had so many blooming everywhere that she tended with such care. Nana and I both decided that our love of photographing flowers must come from Grandma's love of growing them. Neither of us can grow anything and all our plants and flowers die. We'll just stick to photographing them and enjoy that Mom can do both! She photographs them very well....but she can grow them too! Thanks Mom for sharing!!!!