A Tribute to Gramma
Grandmothers are a precious gift, ours was no exception.
As I look back through the years, here is my perception:
Gramma’s home was a special place, she made it so inviting
For countless holiday dinners and us grandkids overnighting!
She patiently put up with us sliding down her stairs and making noise,
Even when we made fun of Lawrence Welk or forgot to pick up our toys!
Going to town with Gramma was always such a treat.
She’d take us to Plaza Market and let us buy gumballs to eat!
As a cook Gramma was the best, but her recipes were hard to copy.
A pinch of this, a handful of that - our attempts made us look so sloppy!
She made the best potato salad, turkey stuffing, and gravy too.
Her biscuits were heavenly, even her “hash” and “mulligan stew”!
Yep, we never went hungry at Gramma’s house; we always had a full tummy,
Still to this day many wonder: how did she make her pie crust so yummy?
Gramma was always kind to us and gave us good advice; such as:
“kid, put a brick of your head, you’re growing too fast!” and “always treat others nice”.
We remember those evenings when she’d go to lodge dressed in a beautiful gown.
She’d descend the staircase like a queen, all she needed was a crown!
Gramma had high morals, her values were solid. Beauty, grace, and truth was her goal,
Just look at the fine women she left us: Aunt June; our mother, Billie; and Auntie Flo!
Gramma’s relationship with Grampa was something to behold and find pleasin’
To see her positive reactions to his devotion and often constant teasin”!
We remember all the pool parties Gramma and Aunt June would throw.
For good times and great company - to the grape arbor we’d go!
In her golden years we saw her change as old folks are bound to do.
A bit forgetful, the joints more stiff, but more vocal and feisty, too!
She was the life of the party in her own special way.
She called it as she’d see it and we’d laugh at the things she’d say!
Now she’s gone to a better place where’s there’s no pain of this I am certain.
Even though she’s in our hearts, we miss her and can’t help hurtin’.
Let us remember the good things and all that she has taught us.
Let’s be thankful for what we have and never forget the happiness she brought us.
I love you Gramma!
Linda (Stritzel) Strawn
February, 1996