My sweet little Grandma Olsen's birthday is on August 28th. She was born one hundred years ago and lived for 88 years. She was a very hard worker, working on the farm with Grandpa and raising 3 children. Like many people of her generation, she saw may hardships and trials but came through each one with the desire to do what was right. She lived by herself for 31 years after her husband died. She loved her grandchildren. I would stop at her house on my way home from school just to visit with her and she loved it. So many times I still glance at her window when I drive past her home, and can see her hand opening the curtain to see who is driving by. I was so glad I could help her a few times at the hospital and care center. I spooned tea to her lips so she could sip when that was all she would take in. I patted her hand and wiped her tears that were rolling down her cheek. I know she knew I was there, and I was so honored to be there with her. I will never be able to grow flowers like her, that is Jan's job, but I can crochet and embroider, and I can pick out the towels and edges that were hers from all the others in my cedar chest. I am so thankful for the heritage she gave me. I know she lives on and will be there to greet me.
If you are reading this, leave a memory of Grandma if you would like.
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Mom, this was WONDERFUL! Grandma Olsen was the sweetest little lady. Just remember that I felt so bad I didn't get a middle name, so I adopted her name! :) Nicky Melva! There are many things I remember about grandma Olsen that I will never forget. It is still hard when it is parade time and seeing Aunt Barbara with her aunt on, sometimes you have to take a 2nd glance to make sure it isn't grandma. Everytime I have a piece of bubble gum, I think of Grandma.
I think you meant Aunt Barbara with her HAT on. And remember, the bubble gum has to be Hubba Bubba that is at least one year old! She loved having gum to give to her grandchildren. I remember staying with her one New Year's Eve and eating hazel nuts and almonds with her all night long.
I remember faking sick one day and staying at her house. I came home with a weird jar with a flower in it that stayed on my shelf for years. But it had her smell.
Both these posts were great tributes to wonderful mothers. One I knew and one I didn't know but grew to know by others. Growing up I shared a birthday with these wonderful women and wondered if at some point I would be remember like they are.
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