Thursday, January 21, 2010
The Farmer's Wife
I received my package of fabrics from Primitive Gatherings for the first installment of The Farmer's Wife block of the month. I told my cousins Audrey and Cathy that the fabrics will remind them of molasses cookies and a big farmhouse. They are definitely old lady looking!
Now some of my friends and I are just getting started in the whole gramma thing, and I don't see us as I remember my Gramma Fisher. We are working fulltime jobs outside our homes, and most of us don't have time for vegetable gardens and canning food. We may putter with a couple tomato plants and put up a few half pints of homemade jam, but Gramma Fisher was feeding 10 children plus a hardworking farmer husband; so she depended on her garden. Her faith, family, home, and church were all very important to her.
My Gramma Brown was a different kind of gramma and totally opposite from Gramma Fisher in every way. Her husband died before the children grew up. She couldn't afford to support all of them, so my dad was raised by his uncle and aunt who were childless. She was married three times which isn't uncommon these days, but when Dad was young, it was pretty crazy. And I imagine she lived life on the wild side, if you catch my drift. Gramma Fisher toted her Bible, and Gramma Brown had her six pack and cigarettes.
When my daughter Mandy was born, Dad took us to visit Gramma Brown so he could show off his first grandchild. Gramma was watching professional wrestling which she called 'the fights'. I laugh when I think about it now because she had difficulty dividing her time between the television and her company. Sorry, Mandy; don't take it too hard!
Both Grammas were wonderful in their own way, and I will always remember funny little bits about each one. It almost scares me to think what Natie and Max will come up with when they remember me!