Sunday, May 24, 2009

In memory of my grandma





life is like compost. you live, you die, then new life grows...

like grandma's 37 grand kids and 37 great grand kids.


Callynn Georgianna Henry
my new little niece:)


memories of grandma:

-endless creamies after swimming parties with my cousins in the backyard pool
-waiting for grandma to finish her water "aerobics" in her pool when we came over to swim.
-showing off on the diving board, playing marco polo, and going down the slide over and over and over.
-the jungle of raspberries in the backyard from where we picked hundreds of raspberries for grandma's scrumptious raspberry sherbet.
-grandma's zucchini soup made from grandpa's homegrown zucchini. the scandanavian silver soup spoons and ceramic soup bowls with one finger-sized handle on the side.
-her sewing room packed with all sorts of treasures and trinkets including the nesting russian dolls I would play with for hours and the stationary bike we would play on: one kid on one pedal holding on to one side of the handle bar, the other on the other pedal on the other side of the handle bar. somehow that never stopped being hilariously fun.
-her amazing laugh amidst all the chaos of the hunter family
-her sass with our stubborn and domineering grandpa
-her elaborate native american turqoise jewlery
-her facsination with my veggie habits.
-the big manual camera she lugged around on all of our many national park summer vacations with the hunter caravans which also included cb radios, action packers, and musical sing alongs.
-her sincere interest in my adventures and endeavors- she actually read most of my blogs.
-her interest in politics and sports impressed me. She wasn't sure how she felt about Obama; evertime I went to visit she would ask me what I thought about him and I'd tell her how I had faith in him and that he gives hope to our country. I think she liked him too.
-her love of her grandkids. About a week ago we noticed an embroidered sign above her door that said "grandkids are the reward for not killing your children." When we commented on that she laughed and said, "I think it's true."

love you grandma