Memories of Grandma
I’m standing at my kitchen counter using my electric knife to cut the corn for my frozen sweet corn recipe. This is not, however, just any old electric knife. This was my grandma’s electric knife. I feel empowered knowing that my hand rests in the same spot where hers did also some years ago.
You see, my grandma was a farm wife just like me. Her legacy has been carried on through my mom and now through me. The vibrations in the electric knife trigger my mind with wonderful memories of my hardworking grandma. She worked in the fields side by side with my grandpa, kept a spotless home, was a spectacular cook and, most importantly, never complained! As my grandma’s body aged, her hands gnarled with painful arthritis and her eyesight failed her miserably, she still did not offer up a single complaint!
Even in her last days, as she was about to fly into the heavens like the angel she was, to meet her maker, she commented, “O, my, how did I get such a pretty home?” It was a modest home filled with the love of a hardworking farm wife. I see this work ethic passed down from my grandma, to my mom and now on to me. And, I see evidence of the legacy continuing in my own children. So, I will carefully wash and put away my electric knife and look forward to the time I use it again and rest my hand where my grandmother’s once lay.