Wednesday, June 23, 2010


Their house was my refuge when I was small. My Grandma and Grandpa Barrow's house.

Grandma had a back porch that was painted mint green and was filled with vines. And every kind of plant you could imagine. When I was little I use to hide in a corner on the back porch and pretend I was in a jungle. I imagined the attic had monsters and a ghost lived in the well.

This time of the year makes me think of them so strongly.

My Grandfather was a warm loving man who taught me to love gardening. He would say, " Nene, you always plant your garden the second week of May. That way the frost is gone and the maple seeds have already dropped. Maple seeds here can be quite a burden. We call them whirly jigs. They are lovely falling down. Like anxious fairies looking for homes. But everywhere they light they bring more trees.

Grandma and Grandpa's house was right across the street from my grade school. And even now when I pass their home my heart aches.

In my mind I see Grandma hanging clothes out on the clothesline. Smiling as she sang amazing grace. I see Grandpa bent over in the garden tying strings to the pole beans..

I have learned that people are in our lives for a season. Some will always be there. From birth to death. Some for just a few months. Some for a week. We must take everything good from the people around us and discard the bad.

Learn the lessons they have to teach us and be willing pupils. Accept what you feel is right and don't take in what you think is wrong.

So today I encourage you to love those around you..They may only be there for a short while. And live like this was your last day on earth everyday.

xoxo Nita

tonight's song is, Home by Joe Diffie

A song close to my heart...hope you like it


Patti said...

Beautiful post Nita and such wise and true words :)
God Bless You

Laurie in Ca. said...

This is very beautiful and tender Nita. I need this reminder every day. I hope my grandkids have wonderful memories of me someday too. I am working on their memories all the time when they are here. Love you Nita and praying for you sweetie.

Love and Hugs, Laurie

The Feathered Nest said...

Nita sweet girl, this post is so beautiful to me....and so very true. Your insight and wisdom grows with each passing day dear friend, thank you so much for sharing it with us ~ sending you hugs and love, Dawn

Donna said...

That's how I feel everytime I pass Mom & Dads place....I don't think you ever get over it, you just...put it someplace...else.

Diane said...

What a wonderful, heart felt post. It made me cry. The grandparents I had I wasn't close too and the other set were dead before I was born but this is how I have ALWAYS imagined them to be. Just like your post. I would have given anything to know my dad's mommy and poppy! It also made me think about how Dylan is going to feel when he grows up. Will he see the sacrifices we made for him? Will he see how much we loved him. Will he think of us the way you think of your grandparents?
Thank you Nita for your wonderful gift of words.

~Red Tin Heart~ said...

i send you all love....nita


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