I remember life before…

Sunday, June 5, 2011

I remember life before… (ie: computers)

I remember life before a lot of things—cell phones, CDs, Kindle, airbags. The world around us is constantly shifting, constantly evolving into something new, something easier, something hipper, something faster. I would gladly trade the modern conveniences of life if I could spend just a few more years, or even a few more days, or even a few more hours, back in my childhood. That is what I remember most—life before my grandparents died.

My Grandma Schmitzer’s house was huge. Or so it seemed to me! I remember so many random things about her home, like her colored paring knives and the AVON Bubble Bath she always had on hand.  She always had cookies in the freezer for us (as well as Dreamsicles), and she kept her cereal in plastic containers. I also bet that at least five of my siblings and I (maybe all seven of us) could accurately describe to you how she stored her toilet paper. I’m not sure why—but we thought it was something special. Maybe it was the simple fact of her being Grandma. Everything she did was special to us.

Grandma Schmitzer didn’t have a lot of money, it seemed. Somehow, though, she always managed to send us a $5 check and a card for our birthdays. If there was one thing we could count on as kids, it was Grandma’s birthday check! I wish now that I had saved one of the checks for my scrapbook. It was, I’m sure, a big sacrifice for her to send money.

As for my Grandma and Grandpa Moore, I don’t recall the old farm as the older kids might. I hope you’ll hear about it once or twice in your lifetime! I’ve heard tales of Ritz crackers and Tang. But I don’t remember any of it. I remember Grandpa’s Magic Spoon, and his red-white-and-blue suspenders, and his jokes with the waitress every time we went out to eat. And I remember Grandma’s angels (so many angels!), her fluffy towels, her journals (yes, I think she may be the one person in the world who had more journals than me), and her beautiful thick hair.

They always had those chocolate marshmallow cookies in the cupboard. And whenever they came to visit, they would stop at Orchard Market and bring us lots of fresh produce. Grandpa always brought cabbage so mom would make a roast with cabbage—he loved cabbage, but Grandma didn’t, so they never ate it at home.

Why do I tell you all of this?

It’s a treasure to know your grandparents. You are lucky—no, you are blessed—to have them! Life is changing around us day by day, but there is something very sacred about the unchangingness of grandparents. I remember life before they passed away. I hope each of you will take the time to know and really love your grandparents while they are still with us. I doubt you will find any greater memories in life than those spent with your grandparents.

All my love,

Aunt Sarah

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