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.

Comments

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.

Jeanne

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.

pixiemama

love.
love.
love.

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.

subWOW

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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