The Art of Making Jam
Middling tidbits

My Mamacita gave me my first set of pearls.  She also gave me my first clutch purse, when I was too young and tomboyish to know what to do with it.  She gave me a gold owl pendant necklace that would be very vintage today, and a set of miniature perfume bottles that I absolutely adored even though I really couldn't wear perfume without it tickling my nose.

I kept everything.

My Panamanian Mamacita, my dad's mother, was a lady.  She always encouraged me to stand up straight.  Her hair was always done, her jewelry on, her clothes put together.  I quite admired her gentility, even if my tomboy self didn't always understand it.  She was gracious (even when expressing an opinion that was less than gracious).  She was nice.  In a world where people don't always bother to be nice anymore.

She passed away recently.  She was 96.

I feel like a hole has appeared in our family history with her passing.  She didn't recognize me the last time I saw her, at a cousin's wedding a few years ago.  She danced at that wedding more than I did.  I doubt she would have recognized me if I had seen her more often, but I deeply regret that I did not make the opportunity to see her.

It's funny how much I enjoy pearls and purses now.


foradifferentkindofgirl (fadkog)

Is it ok if I just sigh here? Because my last surviving grandmother passed away nearly 6 years ago, and I miss those same things.


There are a bunch of things about me that come from family members that I may not have seen often, but their strong influence is still clear. This is a nice tribute to your grandma.



Elly Lou

Oh hugs. Funny how as we get older, each tiny thing can hold so much significance, eh? I'm going to carry a clutch today for your grandma.


I am sorry for your loss. She sounds awesome. Someone with a wonderful spirit which will live on through you, even though I've only spent 5 minutes with you, I feel I saw it.

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