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Showing posts with label being a grandma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being a grandma. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Joy to the World


We never see snow at all, so this was such a treat. We left the next day, for LAX California
The year I was born: 1951.
The day was: 4th

And on December 4, 2016, I turned 65 (sixty-five, yup).

It was the best birthday of my life.  Our son John married Arlette Foy, and we rejoiced in a big way.  Chicago sparkled all on its own.

This was a truly joyous day, just can't tell you how much.


John and Arlette Foy Kane


In the pass way


John and John, son and father

Lily and Clara, our granddaughters
Cemetery across the road from our hotel

Our hotel looked out on a cemetery


Catching the snow coming down
On the balcony of the hotel


Flying in to LAX

And then...

John and Arlette with Flynn, born May 6, 2018
Grandpa and Grandma
July 2018


Today is my 67th birthday. I look good, a few wrinkles or more, surrounded by those whom I love, my husband of 46 years, and a field of happiness around us. 

We are blessed.

Thank you, God.



Saturday, April 7, 2012

G is for Grandma

Few words exist that still manage to stir up deep emotional responses.  Think about it…

Yorkie puppy, darn cute
Babies of any species (especially puppies)…the image of trust, warmth, softness wake up even hardened hearts.
All photos courtesy of Bing.com















Bailey's Irish Cream Ice Cream
 Ice cream…oh, yes. 

1965 Mustang convertible, cherry red, mint condition…wipe the drool before you need a bib.

And, then there is my personal favorite word:

GrandmaGrandmother…Nana…Abuela…Granny…Gran…Grand-mère…Grootmoeder…Isoäiti…Großmutter …Bestemor…nonna…名詞... Avó…


My daughter and her husband came by to visit one evening.  After a few minutes of awkward conversation, she gave me two gifts.  I opened the first one; it was a book, Grandma’s Favorite Stories.  The second gift was a bib that said “I love Grandpa!”

I started sobbing and hugging everyone.  My husband looked at the book and bib in confusion, and said, “What?  What’s going on?”  My daughter explained it to him, slowly.  Then he chuckled and hugged her.

Grandmothers are the glue of the family, whether they realize it or not.  They are responsible for passing on the family legends, knowledge, recipes, etc.  They pick up the slack when parents seem to miss what to do next.  Grandmas have open arms, warm hearts, and want to listen to everything their grandchildren say.


Well, at least, I do.  My grandmothers did.  

What about you?  What did you think when you read the word “Grandma”?