I made blueberry muffins today. ..and every time I make muffins or cornbread and the like, I lovingly place them in my Grandma’s “BUNS” tin (isn’t that the cutest illustration ever on the lid?) While placing them in one by one, I always get a little mushy inside thinking of all the times we made the 4 hour drive to grandma’s house and ran in to find fresh baked muffins or bread in this very tin.  It was always in the same place & always had goodies in it.  I think it was something all of her 30 something grandchildren loved & cherished.
Have you ever listened to that song called, “Ella Mae” by Greg Brown?

{I dont plan on writing about his music so often..it just so often comes to mind..}  It was written about his grandma and his 3 daughters (Pieta, Zoe and Constie) sing it on the album called, “Going Driftless”… You can hear a little bit of it HERE. Just scroll down a bit and click ‘listen’ on track 6. ..Oh, it’s a good one… I’m telling you Greg Brown’s music/lyrics have a way of conjuring up some deep and nearly impossible emotions for me to hold onto… anyway, part of it goes:

Ella Mae – all the gifts you gave

Tremble in my life like a startled deer

Six big men and one big strong woman

You and little Granpa David raised up there

They all had families

We all come back to see you

You hugged us all in turn

Cocked you head and said we’d grown

And touched us with your hands

That smelled like bread.

Ella Mae – it’s a clear warm summer’s day

The young birds are trying out their wings

Ah it’s something to see them try

To get up there and fly

And my own little child.. she’s bound to do the same

Today she learned three birds’ names….

Isn’t that sweet?  Do you remember your grandma’s hands?   I do.  I miss them.  I miss her.  Lately, more than normal… Both my grandmother’s passed away much too young. When my Grandma was alive I sent her every “about my life” book I could find… I knew she loved me dearly but was always so sad that she never filled out even one..

… then, after she died my aunt found a bunch of pages (10 total, front & back) hidden away in a random book.   The letters began, “For Mariah…” and proceeded to tell me about her life from her earliest memory.. I cherish those 10 pages so much.  I wish I could hug her & tell her thank you..
My husband is a lucky one, both of his grandma’s are alive & well.. quite spectacular women I must say.   One of them even babysit’s her great grandchildren on a regular basis!  My son loves hanging out with her.  It’s really special to me that they have gotten to know each other in that ‘daily life’ kind of way…  It’s one thing I feel very fortunate to be able to give him.

I am not too sure where this post came from, but if your grandma’s around, give her a big warm hug for me…  your very richly blessed to be able to do so.
Tomorrow I will share the packaging I’ve designed for the necklaces! I’ve just finished packaging them all up and they look so cute! I will be putting them in the shop on Monday!
{hugs}
M