Boo’s Memories

Lia started a series of Memories. Her memories growing up. I LOVED reading it. And it made me think. I should write down what I can remember about G’ma Lola. The love of my grand parental life. She was beyond special to me. And I have tried all my grand parental life to be like her. I hope I have succeeded.

So here I go, trying to capture some of the memories of my G’ma.

I always did everything I could so I could spend every possible moment with my G’ma. Yes, even all my chores. G’pa and G’ma used to live in this tiny little mobile home in the back corner of our lawn. I would sneak down every chance I got. I remember the door opening, G’pa sitting on the couch and he’d shake my hand. And start coughing. Almost uncontrollably. G’ma would give him a glass of water and it would calm his cough. He died when I was 3 1/2yrs old so for me to remember him? is amazing to me.

Raking the lawn was less fun with my parents, but a joy with my G’ma. We would make piles, jump in them, and rake them all up again. My parents didn’t like that but as long as the job got done…. G’ma and I did all the weeding in the garden. Pusley was her nemesis. We chased that stuff like it was the plague. Well it was. To G’ma. “Just remember!” she’d tell me, “ONE little piece of leaf and that will start a new plant!”

We played in the vegetable gardens, flower beds, and wild berry patches, we raked, and gardened and planted, we hung out together and talked a lot; and I miss it so. She and I went to G’pa’s grave every spring to put petunias behind his headstone. Every year we would dig out that nasty crabgrass and plant the ‘tunias. The end of July when Portland Sunday came around, G’pa’s grave was bursting with color.

The week before Portland, I would JUMP at the chance to go with G’ma and clean the old church and outhouse with her. ANYTHING to spend time with her.

She died in 1991 3 weeks after her 96th birthday.

I have had a dream about her twice since she died. Both times I awakened crying, unable to breathe, gasping for air.

I miss her beyond words.

Can you tell?

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4 thoughts on “Boo’s Memories

  1. I sure can tell you loved her. It sounds like you have a lot of wonderful memories of her. Hope you can share more of them. I have memories of both my grandmothers too and they will make their way into my posts at some point in time.


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