There are likely many thousands of stories and memories of times spent with my grandmother which I could share here with all of you who have chosen to take the time to visit this part of my web site. I'll be continuously adding them here, so check back now and again if you enjoy reading them ...

As I return to this area and write more today (June 23rd, 2000) I realize that it's going on two and a half years since my grandmother passed from this life - and, I have faith, on to some better realm ...

I live in the house which I largely grew up in - her home. I was outdoors yesterday afternoon, with my dogs. When I came to a certain area of the yard, I realized that it was the exact spot which I had once taken a picture of her - one of the better ones which I have, actually - as it portrays her as you would often see her - always outdoors doing something around the yard, in her awesome gardens. I thought about how she and I had planted the blue spruce tree which is in that area; of how it had been about a foot tall and came out of a five gallon container. When I returned here, 10 years ago - after living in nearby Taunton for about 4 years or so - that tree was just a bit taller than me - about 7 feet. Now it is easily close to 20 feet tall. Yep - time has a way of making you KNOW that it's been here.

But what I thought of more than anything else is how I would so enjoy seeing her walk around the corner there - to all of a sudden be there. I thought of how I would give almost anything to be able to spend even an hour with her again ...

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Really, there are SO MANY stories and events that I don't even know where to start. One which comes to mind is the time that my best friend, Mike, and I had been riding around and when we'd arrived back at my house, I was looking for Grandma. This was when she was 75 years old. She was UP IN the silver maple tree. We laughed so hard - we couldn't believe that she had climbed up there. When we asked what she was doing there, she said she'd gone up to hang a birdhouse.

But she was ALWAYS doing something like this ...

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One of the qualities which I guess everyone loved her so much for was the fact that her personality always seemed unaffected by "age." Don't misunderstand - she definitely had the wisdom of someone her age - actually probably FAR BEYOND many others - but she'd talk with us and when we were kids, she'd play right along with us. There was a very special interaction which is a definite rarity between adults and children/ and teens. This is one of the primary qualities which I am so grateful I have evidently adapted from her influence upon me. It helps me daily in my work with "troubled" adolescents; it's a definite asset in that regard, just for openers.

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The excellent boatman flower seller photo is borrowed from
National Geographic Magazine.
If you knew my grandmother, her gardens were everything to her - especially her flowers.
I thought this photo so appropriate - a sort of illustration of what her transition
from this realm into the next must have been like for her ...
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"Candle In The Wind"
by
Elton John