Miss You, Mod
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Today is the anniversary of the day my maternal grandma died. She was the perfect grandma and one of the people in my life who influenced me the most.
My grandma had retinitis pigmentosa and started going blind when she was 25, a long time before I was ever born. She finally lost her eyesight in the 70s.
She was the oldest of 10 children and was the next to the last to die at 87. One of her brothers and one sister died in the flu pandemic. Her mother was a tiny woman who suffered from depression so most of the parenting was left to her. Her parents were divorced. The family lived through the worst tornado in history and a short while later all of children ended up as orphans. My grandma was 17 and her youngest sister was 6 months old when her mom died. Some of them went to live with relatives, other were adopted, and some lived in the orphanage until they were grown. My grandfather asked her to marry him at that time and she hated that they were too poor to keep her brothers and sisters but she was happy to have a home. Years later she reunited her entire family and they worshiped her as did my grandfather. My grandparents had a wonderful marriage.
I read something my mother wrote about my grandma recalling when she was a little girl. Mom said that she looked forward to parents day at school because my grandmother was the prettiest mother in the class. Mom said that my grandmother always smelled good and she did. She would share her perfumes and lotions with me. She loved Chantilly and White Shoulders. She also liked pretty clothes but never got attached to things. I guess when you lose your mother, father, brothers, and sisters at an early age things don't seem very important.
My cousins and I called her Madderd. Her name was Mildred and I guess that was the closest that we could come to that name at an early age. She played the organ and was a Sunday school teacher for over 40 years. She was the leader of her Eastern Star group at one time. She played pinochle. She couldn't sing at all and was a horrible cook but she was gentle, loving, protective, and wise. She liked beer and hot dogs and mom always let her have them on Saturday when she was old and lived with her.
When I was small my grandma and I played gin rummy and Oklahoma rummy together. We ate way too many cookies. So many that we had to swear the number to secrecy lest my mother would find out and flip out. We had as many as we wanted though and we never got sick like mom said we would it we ate too many. LOL. She gave wonderful back rubs. Her laugh was infectious and sounded like a little girl but it would rack her entire body.
After my grandfather died she moved in with my mother. My son called her Mod. He thought she belonged to him and from the time he was a tiny toddler he would take her to bed and help her eat her bedtime snack. He fed her cookies and candy and he would only share with her. My mom would plead with him as a joke, "Could I have an M&M, Cormie?" And he would say, "Why don't you have a drink of water." LOL. (Even back then he was a weight loss specialist. LOL.) My grandma would then say "Ian, could I have an M&M?" And he would take her a well-palmed, greasy M&M and she would eat it. My mom would ask. "Why does Mod get M&M's and I don't?" And he would say, "Because she is Mod." This made my grandma feel really special and her infectious, tiny, joyful laughter would bubble out.
I got my love of reading from Madderd and I inherited her massive book collection years before she died. Basically I have my own library. I have her wedding rings, her jewelry, her fur, her jewelry box, and many other keepsakes . She had tiny little fingers and feet. I got my love of flowers and gardening from her. And my love of rummy and cookies and back rubs. I really miss her.
Today we slept in today for a change. I got up and fixed breakfast and lunch at the same time while hubby fed the chinchillas a snack and spot cleaned the cages. My son had to be at work at 11:30 A.M.
We have let our home and property go in order to deal with my MIL's house, estate, and trust but we are slowly changing that. Hubby decided to mow today. I did some more weeding. I weeded the front patios and walkway, the back patio, my big hosta bed, small hosta bed, small perennial bed, sweet woodruff bed, and the walkways surrounding my big herb/perennial bed plus a small part of that bed. My hardy amaryllis are coming up and some of my hostas are blooming. We still have 2 raised veggie beds, part of the veggie garden, and my big herb/perennial bed to do.
I love odd names. Recently an obit in the paper listed a woman's name as Tillie Willi. LOL. And when we were looking for a lawyer we found one named Peter Popit. LOL
We have been talking to one of our yard squirrels today who hangs around the feeder and tries to get on it. He has a split ear. He's kind of cute and gets within a foot of us and stares at us.