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what do you do to recapture their memory?
I was thinking about my grandmother today and don't have my tin of marbles and jacks or the teddy and raggedy anne that I kept at her place. When I'm traveling, these things are not with me. If I were back home I would dig out my favorite marbles and remember the games we played together. |
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My grandmother was the best cook around and I miss learning how to cook from her. I really miss her fried chicken. I remember something about her everytime I cook.
Heres to my Wonderful Grandmother Flonnie Avrett |
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My grandmother was the best cook around and I miss learning how to cook from her. I really miss her fried chicken. I remember something about her everytime I cook. Heres to my Wonderful Grandmother Flonnie Avrett |
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I don't seem to have to be doing anything to recapture memories of a loved one .It just seem to happen all on its own
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Edited by
maxxximus007
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Mon 06/30/08 04:08 PM
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i have a picture and a cross my grand mother gave me and i think of the little quirks that made her so lovable.
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Awww
I have so many of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, special people's touches around my home, they are so special to me, special memories. But the most special things are in my heart...you carry those with you everywhere...no matter where you go... Are you familar with the song by Sara Evan's....I am Rosemary's Granddaughter... If I live to be a hundred And never see the seven wonders That'll be alright If I don't make it to the big leagues If I never win a Grammy I'm gonna be just fine Cause I know exactly who I am I am Rosemary's granddaughter The spitting image of my father And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy But I've got friends that love me And they know just where I stand It's all a part of me And that's who I am... |
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i have a picture and a cross she gave me and i think of the little quirks that made her so lovable. I do the same thing about my loved ones that have passed and some that havent |
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I miss my grandmother as well. I have so many memories of her, they pop up all the time. If all else fails, I have a picture of her on my mantle that brings it all back. I love telling my daughter stories about her great grandma too.
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I don't seem to have to be doing anything to recapture memories of a loved one .It just seem to happen all on its own |
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Awww I have so many of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, special people's touches around my home, they are so special to me, special memories. But the most special things are in my heart...you carry those with you everywhere...no matter where you go... Are you familar with the song by Sara Evan's....I am Rosemary's Granddaughter... If I live to be a hundred And never see the seven wonders That'll be alright If I don't make it to the big leagues If I never win a Grammy I'm gonna be just fine Cause I know exactly who I am I am Rosemary's granddaughter The spitting image of my father And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy But I've got friends that love me And they know just where I stand It's all a part of me And that's who I am... |
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Awww I have so many of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, special people's touches around my home, they are so special to me, special memories. But the most special things are in my heart...you carry those with you everywhere...no matter where you go... Are you familar with the song by Sara Evan's....I am Rosemary's Granddaughter... If I live to be a hundred And never see the seven wonders That'll be alright If I don't make it to the big leagues If I never win a Grammy I'm gonna be just fine Cause I know exactly who I am I am Rosemary's granddaughter The spitting image of my father And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy But I've got friends that love me And they know just where I stand It's all a part of me And that's who I am... |
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I have deep deep family roots...
~my paternal granpa died before I was born, but I have his work hat hanging on a hook by my back door, his suspenders, a pair of his jeans, a lot of his hand tools from the early 1900s, saws, drills, hammers, handmade tools that are absolutely priceless to me ~my paternal gramma died when I was 5, I have a quilt she made me in my dining room, her treadle sewing machine, her sewing basket, her mixing bowls, some kitchen utensils, her ice box, her doilies, her plant stands, her flower pots, her iris', her roses, her hollyhocks ~my maternal grandmother passed when I was 10, I have her mixing bowls, her kitchen utensils, her recipes, her aprons, her linens, her hymnals, her sheet music, her honeysuckle, her lilac bushes, her rocking chair she rocked my mother and aunt and uncles in as babies, her kitchen stool she sat on every day peeling potatoes ~my maternal grandfather passed when I was 11, I have his work boots, his work hat, his foot stool, a steering wheel off an old tractor, a set of harness from his draft horse team, horse collars, saddles I know they are all just things, but they all bring back such warm memories of their day to day lives, things they touched with their beautiful hands while caring for their families, my parents....us grandchildren. |
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ohh sunshine, I just close my eyes and relive special moments with whomever I am missing at the time.
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ohh sunshine, I just close my eyes and relive special moments with whomever I am missing at the time. I agree with that I look up at the sky....It reminds me of my mom for some reason. |
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I have deep deep family roots... ~my paternal granpa died before I was born, but I have his work hat hanging on a hook by my back door, his suspenders, a pair of his jeans, a lot of his hand tools from the early 1900s, saws, drills, hammers, handmade tools that are absolutely priceless to me ~my paternal gramma died when I was 5, I have a quilt she made me in my dining room, her treadle sewing machine, her sewing basket, her mixing bowls, some kitchen utensils, her ice box, her doilies, her plant stands, her flower pots, her iris', her roses, her hollyhocks ~my maternal grandmother passed when I was 10, I have her mixing bowls, her kitchen utensils, her recipes, her aprons, her linens, her hymnals, her sheet music, her honeysuckle, her lilac bushes, her rocking chair she rocked my mother and aunt and uncles in as babies, her kitchen stool she sat on every day peeling potatoes ~my maternal grandfather passed when I was 11, I have his work boots, his work hat, his foot stool, a steering wheel off an old tractor, a set of harness from his draft horse team, horse collars, saddles I know they are all just things, but they all bring back such warm memories of their day to day lives, things they touched with their beautiful hands while caring for their families, my parents....us grandchildren. |
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I have deep deep family roots... ~my paternal granpa died before I was born, but I have his work hat hanging on a hook by my back door, his suspenders, a pair of his jeans, a lot of his hand tools from the early 1900s, saws, drills, hammers, handmade tools that are absolutely priceless to me ~my paternal gramma died when I was 5, I have a quilt she made me in my dining room, her treadle sewing machine, her sewing basket, her mixing bowls, some kitchen utensils, her ice box, her doilies, her plant stands, her flower pots, her iris', her roses, her hollyhocks ~my maternal grandmother passed when I was 10, I have her mixing bowls, her kitchen utensils, her recipes, her aprons, her linens, her hymnals, her sheet music, her honeysuckle, her lilac bushes, her rocking chair she rocked my mother and aunt and uncles in as babies, her kitchen stool she sat on every day peeling potatoes ~my maternal grandfather passed when I was 11, I have his work boots, his work hat, his foot stool, a steering wheel off an old tractor, a set of harness from his draft horse team, horse collars, saddles I know they are all just things, but they all bring back such warm memories of their day to day lives, things they touched with their beautiful hands while caring for their families, my parents....us grandchildren. sounds like a great idea! each button represents a different family member |
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what do you do to recapture their memory? I was thinking about my grandmother today and don't have my tin of marbles and jacks or the teddy and raggedy anne that I kept at her place. When I'm traveling, these things are not with me. If I were back home I would dig out my favorite marbles and remember the games we played together. I don't honestly know .. my mommy died when I was 18 and we have no video or anything of her. I don't remember her voice, or mannerisms or behavorial patterns. I DO get out my treasures from school cuz her handwriting is there and pics of Christmas cookies we'd all frost together .. stuff like that. |
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I have deep deep family roots... ~my paternal granpa died before I was born, but I have his work hat hanging on a hook by my back door, his suspenders, a pair of his jeans, a lot of his hand tools from the early 1900s, saws, drills, hammers, handmade tools that are absolutely priceless to me ~my paternal gramma died when I was 5, I have a quilt she made me in my dining room, her treadle sewing machine, her sewing basket, her mixing bowls, some kitchen utensils, her ice box, her doilies, her plant stands, her flower pots, her iris', her roses, her hollyhocks ~my maternal grandmother passed when I was 10, I have her mixing bowls, her kitchen utensils, her recipes, her aprons, her linens, her hymnals, her sheet music, her honeysuckle, her lilac bushes, her rocking chair she rocked my mother and aunt and uncles in as babies, her kitchen stool she sat on every day peeling potatoes ~my maternal grandfather passed when I was 11, I have his work boots, his work hat, his foot stool, a steering wheel off an old tractor, a set of harness from his draft horse team, horse collars, saddles I know they are all just things, but they all bring back such warm memories of their day to day lives, things they touched with their beautiful hands while caring for their families, my parents....us grandchildren. sounds like a great idea! each button represents a different family member |
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what do you do to recapture their memory? I was thinking about my grandmother today and don't have my tin of marbles and jacks or the teddy and raggedy anne that I kept at her place. When I'm traveling, these things are not with me. If I were back home I would dig out my favorite marbles and remember the games we played together. I don't honestly know .. my mommy died when I was 18 and we have no video or anything of her. I don't remember her voice, or mannerisms or behavorial patterns. I DO get out my treasures from school cuz her handwriting is there and pics of Christmas cookies we'd all frost together .. stuff like that. |
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I've taken my mother's old house dresses and made quilts for each of us kids and grandkids...Mother passed a little over a year ago and it's nice to have them to cuddle under.
Mom made afghan after afghan all her life (she was in a wheelchair in her later years) and right after she passed the younger grandkids wanted to wrap up in her afghans and 'feel her hugging them'. We have so many family pictures, from so many generations, tintypes...thankfully, now put on DVD and copied for all... so thankful I come from a long line of packrats!! Letters kept in bundles wrapped in ribbons! Postcards from the mid 1800s...their handwriting is a treasure to me. |
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