My first memory of her is sitting in her salon chair
Spinning around while she cleaned her curlers
I can still hear her voice as she led singing on Sunday morning
And smell the roast cooking when we came home for lunch
Lunch was always supper, dinner was sandwiches
Fresh bread is served at every meal
And baking day was the best
The closet under the stairs filled with toys
Well loved from years of children’s hands
Family reunions, the smell of mutton on the open fire
Taking us to Lagoon. waiting for us to go on every ride
Driving the California coast and listening to her tell stories
The best were about her childhood and Grandpa Lester
I never met him but through her words, I knew him
She loved to dance although I never saw her actually dance
Driving down Parleys canyon to the city for shopping
Eating pizza because it is her favorite
Always on a day that Grandpa Jay stayed in the field
Me climbing in the ‘crick’ to help pull out the beaver dam
She would shake her head at my cold water antics
The best summers of my life spent on Wooden Shoe Lane
In my recipe box are several stained cards written by her hand
Pieces of paper leaving a taste filled legacy
Her jars of pickles—the best in the world
Try as I might my feeble attempts never quite taste the same
She gave me a good scolding when I needed it
But her heart and hands with pretty polished nails
Are quick to hug, forgive, and encourage
A trip though the crimson canyons
Showing me where the school bus let my dad off
So he could race it down the hill
Generations wearing deep grooves down the red rock slide
She watched us climb the Sugarloaf
And added our names the 100’s carved in red stone
And cooled off by wading in Calf Creek
I always wished I had inherited her blue eyes that sparkled
I learned unconditional love, family first, and boiled raisin cookies
I taught her how to pump gas into her car
As she sheepishly confessed, Grandpa always did it for her
104 called her ‘Great-Grandma’, 5 ‘Great, Great, Grandma’
Each one wrapped in a blanket crocheted by her hands
But I was blessed to call her Grandma first.
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