Grandma’s Love………

A Grandchild’s Legacy

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For every one of us there is a handful of people who dramatically influence the direction and content of our lives.  They enrich and broaden us from that point on.  Grandma Archer was one such person in my life.

 

Most folks remember her as the stalwart lady who kept The Archer Company and the family who comprised it, running smoothly.  A highly intelligent, adept businesswoman with steadfast morals, unwavering faith, high ideals, and strong opinions she was not afraid to share.  She demanded and received the highest respect for herself and her family from whomever she encountered.

 

Bruce King came into the store one day while campaigning for governor.  He and his entourage were going like a whirlwind shaking farmers hands and blowing around promises.  He came to where Grandma and I were standing and asked how old I was.  "Not old enough to vote", he exclaimed as he past me by without shaking my extended hand and only tipping his hat to Grandma.  She sidestepped into his path, taking the air right out of the whirlwind.  I don't remember her exact words, but essentially she told him that all votes count, women's and future votes, and that he would do good to remember that.   He took his hat in his hand while he scuffed at the concrete floor with his toe as he tried to make amends to Grandma.  After he continued on to the next group, I distinctly remember the farmers smiling at the incident as Grandma turned and walked determinedly back to her desk.

 

What I remember most about my Grandma is the side of a very complex woman that few outside the family saw.  At Grandma's house all the children were treated as grown ups, complete with the associated responsibilities and duties.  But when it was time to relax and play, she could open our imaginations and take us far away from the mundane.  In the loose dirt of the orchard she would help us design cities complete with roads and waterways.  Clods became mansions, and sharpened sticks became fortresses.   An irrigated field would become an ocean just right for swimming with mud flats the perfect consistency for digging through to China.   The only limits were the limits of our imaginations. 

 

Imagination, powers of deduction, memory, thought processes.  Brainpower, as Grandma called it, was very important.  While driving through the Black Range Grandma was explaining the geological eras represented in the various strata of rock exposed in the road cuts.  She went on to describe the types of animals living in the different eras and what era it was that man first arrived.  When I asked how she knew all this she explained it was from a class she had taken while in college.  One class! I was very impressed with her intellect and the fact that she had persevered and gone to college in a time when a woman in college was rare indeed.  She impressed on me the importance of education, and the role that knowledge played in handling everyday life. Brainpower has to be continually developed and expanded.

 

Reading was very important to her in maintaining brainpower.  Grandma and I would lounge on a daybed in the brightly lit paneled room where she would nestle me in the crook of her arm and read to me.  Mystery novels, Reader's Digest, science fiction, all stories to engage your mind.  But she didn't just read, she would share her thoughts with me as we discussed characters, plot lines, and opened our minds to the imaginary worlds brought to life in those precious moments.  When reading the newspaper we would discuss world events as adults, and she always made me feel my opinion was worthwhile.  What a sense of self-worth and confidence she instilled in a child who didn't always fit in. In later years after I had moved away we would occasionally share books that in some way moved us.  When we talked, we discussed thoughts and feelings invoked by the story. More often than not, the discussion would somehow address a current concern and offer Grandmother's advice. No matter what was going on in my life or how far away I was, through her and our love of a good book, I had a continual link to the security of that paneled room.

 

Today as I nestle my own Granddaughter in the crook of my arm while exploring the world of  'Winnie the Pooh', I find myself in that bright paneled room feeling the love and security of Grandma's arm around the both of us.  Thank you for the legacy Grandma.