From My Heart: My Tribute To Grandma

     This might be the hardest post I've ever written. At the same time, it comforts me to share my memories with you, my readers. This post may be longer than most of the ones I write, but I need to share my heart this way today.

     My Grandmother, Eleanor Maxwell, went to be with the Lord on Sunday around noon. She was 94 years old!  And I'm thankful that I, her granddaughter, got to be a part of the last 30 years of her life.  I have so many memories of being with her and being at her house, that it would take a ton of blogs to write about everything. So I'll just highlight a few special things about Grandma:

*Her Faith:  Grandma always talked about the Lord, and made sure to involve us in her conversations. If we were at her house for breakfast, she included us in her daily devotional reading. And she always, I mean always had her short wave Christian radio station playing in her kitchen. Many times when I was over to her house, she wanted me to play the piano for her.  Her piano was never tuned, but she didn't care- she just liked hearing me play. I usually ended the "concert" by spinning till I was dizzy her piano stool. 
      As we grew up and made spiritual decisions in our lives, she was always excited to hear about them and to encourage us.  She was so happy when she found out that my husband to be was going to be in the ministry. And I'm thankful that she was alive when my son, her great-grandson, got saved last Christmas.

*Her Hugs and Kisses: The hugs were tight and the kisses were wet. We used to rub them off and then she would say "You just wiped my kiss off!"  As soon as we came in the door her arms opened wide for a hug.

*Her Food/Cooking: Grandma grew much of her food, cultivating a large garden every year and canning hundreds and hundreds of jars (that is not an exaggeration). She had a row of Rabbit Eye blueberry bushes that yielded large quantities of fruit each year. Our job was to pick them, and as you can imagine, we ate more  as many as we picked for her.

   Who doesn't remember Grandma's cooking? I could spend an hour here, but I won't for your sakes. I'll just say that she made the best cornbread ever (that's Johnny cake for Canadians) and always had a bag of homemade cookies in her freezer.  We got to have one...or two or three....after we finished our chores.  Grandma was always health conscious (the Vitamin Queen!) and made healthy soups and breads.

*Her House and Land: Her house was up on a hill with a knoll. The knoll had a swing on it. Her driveway curved around the house and up a steep hill. There was another swing by the side of the house that we spent hours on, until the tree that held it up for us died. Parallel with the driveway was a bubbling creek, where we loved to play- splashing, building dams, making mud pies, and catching crayfish. 

     We spent time each week working around Grandma's house- cleaning, gardening, raking, bird-tending, whatever needed to be done. After we finished, she would press some money into our hands and say "The labourer is worthy of her reward!"

*Her Birds: Grandma had a unique love for birds. She always had her binoculars and a bird identification book on her kitchen table, ready to grab if she saw a beautiful fowl.  Much of her backyard was bird cages, where she raised different types of chickens and quail. She had a bird that was rare and from another part of the world. And always there were the peacocks- she loved peacocks and kept her own little brood of them. When the eggs started coming from her birds, into the incubator they would go, and in about a month there were baby birds in cages around the house and porch, being cared for.

    One time she got her hands on a triplet of Canadian Geese. I don't know if she wanted them, but we children fell in love. We named them Winken, Blinken, and Nod. Those 3 geese followed us everywhere for an entire summer. We gave them baths in a tin tub outside, and we loved to walk down the driveway watching their little wings flap as they tried to catch up with us!

*Her Husband: I never knew Grandma's first husband, my Dad's dad. He died around the time my sister was born. I remember when Daddy told us kids that Grandma was getting married again. I wasn't too happy. I don't know why. But when our family moved to NC and got to know Mac better, I grew especially close to him.  He was an excellent wood worker, specializing in carving birds so that they looked life-size. He had a "shop" out by the garage where he did his work, and I used to love to go out and help him. He made a wooden rocking horse and told me it was mine. I helped him finish it just days before he died. He also made my bowed psaltery, a Biblical instrument that I still like to play. He bought one at a show and proceeded to make on exactly like it. It is one of my treasured possessions, as is the rocking horse.

    Oh, my, I got caught up in memories of Mac! The real reason I mentioned him is because Grandma took such good care of him. He had arthritis so bad that he was completely bowed over. He didn't let that stop him, though, and he and Grandma had some good years together. They would finish dinner and Mac would say "Good dinner, Hun."  I'm thankful to Grandma for giving us a grandfather for about 9 years. 

*Her Communications:  Once I got married and moved to Canada, phone calls and letters were the new way to communicate. I always loved to hear her soft voice when I called and said "Hi Grandma...It's Leah." She would say "Oh Leah!! Hi Leah!" And we would chat for awhile.  Right before we hung up, she would say "I love you very much!"  I treasure those memories of her voice. And I treasure the files of her letters and cards, chock full of newsy bits of bird visitors to her yard, the latest thing she had been baking, and always ending with a verse or a blessing from the Bible.

     I don't want to stop writing. My heart is full of sweet memories. I'm sure after I post this, I will have so many things in my mind that I'll wish I had included. 

     I have never known life without Grandma. But I'm so happy that she's in Heaven now and that I'll see her again. What a blessed hope we have in Christ!

These pics are from our visit with Grandma in November:

Charity giving Grandma a hug

Grandma loved my husband and children

     I would be remiss if I did not mention my Daddy, who faithfully took care of many of Grandma's needs for 20 years. She was active and mentally sharp until the last little while of her life, but her property required much upkeep through the years and she had many needs that we all pitched in to help meet. But no one did as much as Daddy, who gave up his own time to go and take care of her needs. I'm thankful for the quality of life that Grandma was able to have because of Daddy's commitment to her.  He is a great example of a devoted son, and I pray that God blesses him for being that to his mother!

     Today at 2:00 Eastern time is Grandma's funeral. It's killing me that I can't be there- for my Dad, in the loss of his mother, and for my Mom,  with the overload of responsibilities she has right now.  I'm praying for my Uncle (Grandma's other son) who will be hearing the Gospel clearly presented several times. I know she wants to see him in Heaven.

     I'm thankful for the comfort of God's Word, and for a loving husband who held me Sunday night while I cried my heart out and shared my memories of Grandma. He even woke up through the night to check on me and put his arms around me while I slept. I am so blessed.

     If you have read this whole thing, I truly appreciate you. Thank you for taking the time to share in my memories and for caring enough to read about a lady you've never met. Thank you for letting me share my heart- it really helped ease the pain. I've been amazed at all the memories that have come flooding back- ones that I haven't thought about in years. And I've been thankful for how healing it is. I've been blessed to be Grandma's granddaughter.

Posted by Leah@Piano Playground