Tuesday, June 26, 2012

PhotoPrompt--Grandparents

From Delores at "thefeatherednest"


What I remember most about my grandparents are their hands. 

Grandpa had big hands, calloused and worn with broken nails.  But, he held my little hand as if it were a china tea cup.

Grandma’s hands smelled like vanilla and cinnamon.  She cupped my little hands around a baby chick.  

I miss them, how they sounded, the smell of Grandpa's shirt, the softness of Grandma's apron.  But, most of all, I miss their hands on mine.

10 comments:

  1. That is so sweet.

    I only had grandparents on my father's side and they lived in another state. We would visit once a year, but never at their house. I never remember them loving me. They died when I was around 8.

    My desire now is to make as many memories with my grandchildren as possible.

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  2. Smell is, I believe, the sense most intimately linked with memory. Nothing evokes a time in the past quite so viscerally as a distinct scent.

    An absolutely lovely post, Susan.

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  3. Only had them on one side too, little things from about always brings memories back.

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  4. Oh my...we're on a slippery slope when we start talking Grandparents aren't we? I do miss mine..all of them.

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  5. It's the little details that mean so much. This was beautifully written. Julie

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  6. This is the second post I've read today about grandparents hands. I like this one a lot lady. Oddly that is what I miss about my grandparents also. Well except when they spanked me. Then I wished they didn't have any hands lol

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  7. I only had grandmothers; my mom's mother and my grandma's step mother. Both lived long lives; I had my great grandmother until I was 25, and my grandma until my thirties. This is a lovely tribute to grandparents we rememer.

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  8. Dear Susan, this is a touching tribute to your grandparents. There is a book, but I'm not sure of its title, that shows a series of photographs of hands. And they speak so eloquently of the humans who used those hands to do so many things for others and for themselves. Peace.

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  9. I lost both of my granddads when I was four. I still remember my paternal granddad. He smelled like my dad. But I have a real thing for 'hands'. A person's life is written in their hands. Thank you for this!

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  10. To all who commented here: Isn't it amazing how much our lives are influenced by those amazing people--grandparents?! Suze mentioned the visceral sense of smell, how that is so powerful. Even if for a short time, grandparents held our hands, loved us, and gave us a sense of who we are. Oh, now I will start crying! Thanks, Delores, Diane, Julie, Melynda, Dee, Joanne, Pat Hatt, Arlene, Suze! Pass out the tissue boxes!

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