Reaping what you sow.
by, 11-17-2012 at 04:14 PM (1464 Views)
Today, I'm going to go next door to my gramaws, walk right up that free ramp built just for her and cook up the fish pastor gave her.
She also has hospice nurses three times a week, A woman who helps her bath twice a week, someone who cleans once and another who visits once a week. Meals on wheels brings a hot meal 7 days a week.
But let me tell you a bit about her. Back when I was young and she was still old.Just old. Not like now at 84.
Gramaw delivered meals on wheels to people just like she is now.
And I just cann't tell you at the coffee cans she would feel with bananna bread batter, the banannas salvaged from dumpsters, and bake them perfectly to deliver to various shut ins.
She would save everything. Dish soap bottles, toilet paper cones, bread sacks and especially the ties. Then she would take what most folks call garbage and make dolls, cute containers and usefull items from them. Something from nothing I guess you could say.
But it wasn't nothing when she got through. It told an old soul who, for the most part was forgotten, that someone valued them. Spent time making something for them.
I remember watching from my perch on a potty chair, as my gramaw scrubbed out from under a sweet old mans nails.
Sweat building on her brow and around her ample neck. It must of been 200 degrees in there. Now, I sweat in her house as I work because she keeps it around 200.
You had to be way out there to top gramaw in being thrifty. I mean, this was a woman, who, when no one was looking would pour everybodies tea or soda back in the jug. EWWW! We knew to stay away from the "big" toothpicks. They were swollen from being washed. Yea, I'll let you chew on that one...So I guess that's why I so vividly remember her sweetly but sternly cautioning a firey old lady about hiding food. The stench was hidious! It was under her mattress, behind dressers and one time I found a half of boiled egg wrapped up in a peice of paper in a shoe. ( I was playing with my car under her bed) I didn't even tell gramaw. It made feel like me and that old lady had a secret. Gramaw said it was the depression what made her that way.
Those people are most assuredly gone now. And gramaw is their age now. She hides food, though not to the extent that depression lady did, she loves her heater and throws very little away. I laugh to my self when I see her scurry to the garbage to retrieve the rubber gloves the nurse just threw away, mumbling about how it wasn't even used. Much.
The other day I was cleaning out a drawer by her bed when I came across a pretty sizable stack of cheese wrappers. " Gramaw"? Her reply," Yea baby". "Why you savin these cheese wrappers"? She answered me as if I was still seven, and said," Well' I might need to wrap a little something up". For a moment , I was a little girl and she was still ample. I answered like the seven year old I felt I was, knowing that gramaw had all the answers. " oh", I said , while gently shutting the drawer.
Are you sowing?
Do you know someone who seems forgotten?
Any good grand parent stories?