......... Grandma Potts... We called her Pottsy in our older years.. she would have switched the back of our legs if we had called her that when we were children. ........ She was a small woman with dark slate eyes that would look at you and you would know that she knew!!!!!!!! She always knew. She was my grandmother on my Moms side. I was able to spend a lot of time with her because of my father being in the Air Force. Mom and us three kids would always go to Ada where grandmother a lived and I can remember those days as though they were yesterday.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Grandmother Potts: She Taught Me How to Live
.....Today my mind went back to a time in my life so precious that I thought I would share a bit. However in order for the post to not get too lengthy I will write it in two parts....
... Sadly those days are just about all I remember of my childhood but looking back on it all I think I understand more that I can pen on this blog........ Maybe another day... getting back to grandmother..
... She loved me unconditionally ... she always loved me... She never changed.. she was one of those types of people that you knew what you were getting every time you were in her presence.. She was always the same, and she spoke her mind. I am thinking that is where I got my (clear my throat) attitude.
... She was my friend and more than that she was my mentor. What I know about life I learned from her. She had wisdom that was simple and simply spoken and she never held back that wisdom when I needed it most.
.... At the age of 11 or 12 while living with her in Roff, Oklahoma she decided one morning to teach me to cook......and we fried chicken. .. then the next Saturday morning she thought it was time for me to learn to sew and sew we did (without a pattern) I can tell you now that I can still see that blouse and the material that we cut it from (It was always feed sack material) I think if I go through all the quilt scraps that I have that belonged to her I would find a piece of that blouse. The following Saturday it was time to garden and garden we did and the next Saturday it was crocheting and then and then and then... and so it went the 11th year of my life... Thought that I would be soooooooooooooooo glad to get home... Tired of all that learning!
.... While teaching the simple tools of a woman's life she taught me the hard lessons of life. What a wonderful woman was my grandmother Potts... Ida was her name.