January has been a tough month of goodbyes. Just last Saturday, we got together with my Grandma Baldwin to finally celebrate Christmas. We had a great time together laughing and watching the kids run around like crazy. This Saturday, the mood is much different, as we lay Grandma to rest.
As I mourn the loss of my sweet grandma, I can’t help but think of all the ways we connected throughout my life. She was always up for anything, and took us grandkids on many unforgettable adventures. From Sears portrait studio photo shoots in our swimsuits, to the Fantasea waterpark; from Milford lake picnics and campfires at the camper, to golf cart woes by the water; from knitting and crocheting, to building gingerbread houses complete with tiny evergreens and ice skating rinks; from Long John Silver’s extra crunchies, to crunch cones at Dairy Queen.
My grandma was a jack-of-all-trades, the classic grandma.
She was a wonderful cook. My favorite memories of her cooking were a bit random, but I always loved her buttermilk ranch with anything, cherry limeades, and cinnamon apples at holidays. So many recipes that I’ll miss.
She was super crafty. She inspired me to pursue painting, calligraphy and gift wrapping. We always got little knick-knacks and ornaments that she had created for table favors and such. Her home is filled with her own creations. She had such a talent.
Grandma and I both loved to garden too. As I’ve grown up and into my own home, getting advice and sharing plant troubles and successes with each other was always fun. She was constantly talking about contacting the Geary County Extention Unit for this and that. She could make anything grow.
Other things I never want to forget: Peking Chinese food, easter egg hunts, sleepovers in the 6th and Jackson living room, A Christmas Story marathons, Lindsborg pool runs, ironing my graduation gown together, playing old school games on her computer, state fair days, the little “go-fish” game we used to play, digging through her walk-in pantry for snacks, her ever-teaching spirit (“let me just show you…”), playing in the backyard, our cake decorating how-to sessions, her heart adorned matching bath and hand towels, the giant pig-in-a-blanket rolling pin above her gas range, her sensitivity, her obsession with Watkins vanilla, her love for the harmonica and getting to watch her play at a tiny little country church one Sunday afternoon, playing CLR around the table, her creepy attic and basement, her laugh when we really got to rolling, that hot old blue car we used to ride in during the summer… I’ll probably just keep adding to this list as I remember the memories we shared, and adding photos as I find them as well.
It’s a shame it all had to end so soon. Grateful for your life, Grandma, and even more thankful that now you get to be with Jesus in the next.