A sweet surprise showed up in the Friend Magazine for this upcoming month!
It is a sweet story shared by my niece, Emma. You can find the article here. (Here's my side to the story).
Jodi’s January Updates
2 months ago
|A picture of my grandmother holding the tumbleweed she received from|
my Dad one year for Christmas. He rescued it while moving from TX
to CA (military). She kept this tumbleweed in her basement
for years. This picture was displayed on a board at her memorial.
I was thrilled to see it there - I had never seen it before!
|I was chatting with my aunt at the luncheon we attended after Bama's interment. We were remembering Bama - we brought up our memories of her basement and all of the treasures. I told her there was a tumbleweed in the basement on the top shelf from TX (I don't know all of the details of how she rescued the tumbleweed, etc - I should find out!). My aunt told me that she didn't throw anything away and believed the tumbleweed was in a box in the basement.|
When I arrived at the memorial service that night, my aunt gave me the box that contained this tumbleweed. It was perfect .... I had written about it in my eulogy. I took it up to the stand before the memorial service and pulled it out to share during that memory.
A part of my eulogy:
Grandma was sentimental. She kept everything. It was sweet to walk into her bathroom and see the wood boot I carved in 7th grade, a wooden mirror one of my brothers made hanging in her hallway, and a Popsicle stick project hanging from her kitchen cabinet nob that one of my kids made. She even had a hand written contract hanging in plastic on her filing cabinets in the basement that my Dad made his sister sign when she was a little girl promising that she would never move out. I remember going into her basement and finding dresses and hats from various special occasions along with flowers in her refrigerator that she saved from my parent’s wedding, my aunt’s wedding and uncle’s wedding. She also had a small box in the basement that had contained her wedding ring and another box that contained letters the she and Grandpa wrote to each other. She even had a tumble weed on the top shelf that my dad gave her for Christmas one year - my dad had rescued it from the road while traveling in Texas back in 1970 (or maybe a year or two earlier). It was magical in her basement. Oh, the memories and treasures it contained!
I brought the tumbleweed home with me. I sprayed it and it now sits on top of our family memory tree ... a perfect place for it - as she played a major role in our childhood memories!
|photos by my sister, Kelly A.|