Our Aunt Ethelyn sent in a very specific request: Love to hear a favorite memory of Grandmother Finch and Granddad Finch.
Oh my! I don’t know where to start, there are so many wonderful memories to choose from! Growing up, I loved visiting their home and running around the yard with all the cousins, playing hide and seek, eating tomatoes grabbed fresh from the garden, playing dress up with my favorite cousin, laughing at the boys getting their mouth washed out with soap, bathing outside in the tin tub, watching Mom hide in the car, doors locked, til the frogs were all skinned and cooked.
Vacation Bible School and long walks down quiet country lanes. Being taught how to crochet, which was not as easy as it sounds, Grandmother being a lefty and me a righty. She also taught me how to cook the right way, in a cast iron skillet, with plenty of butter. We regularly feasted on fresh shelled peas, fried okra, fried catfish and hushpuppies. I think they were my inspiration for wanting a large garden to feed my family.
My most treasured memory of Granddaddy was when we visited them during Christmas. It was the first time they got to see Mandy, who had just turned two years old. I did not realize how smitten Granddaddy was with this first great-grandchild until he disappeared shortly after we arrived. He rejoined us with treasures from his carpentry shop, a handmade table and cupboard to store the little dishes she got for a Christmas gift. He also made her a little cradle for her baby dolls. Somehow he transferred a little of himself to this child that he fell head over heels in love with that day. Today it is her “love language” … the gift of giving handmade treasures.
My most treasured memory of Grandmother was in knowing that she was praying for us, every single day. I want to be the kind of Grandmother she was … loving, patient, enduring … faithful to the end.
Thank you for your question. I enjoyed thinking back on these precious memories.