I was talking with Sunshine over lunch the other day when I kind of drifted off a bit. I don’t even remember the initial conversation (I think we were talking about apples), but somehow I drifted off to thoughts of my grandmother.
My mother’s mom, Beulah, was one of the most incredibly nice people I’ve ever had the chance to meet (and I’m not just saying that because I’m related). She lived in a modest home in Sackville, New Brunswick for as long as I can remember. She was also single for as long as I can remember, as my grandfather died before I was born and she never remarried or was even interested in other men (at least to the best of my knowledge).
The thoughts turned to her because I remember she had a couple of crab-apple trees in her backyard. I could picture myself walking into her backyard…walking through the grass and the sea of dead crab-apples that had fallen from the trees. I’d walk back to the fence and watch the trains pass by.
I’d go into her garage, which was filled with license plates from the 40’s up through the 70’s. As a child, I thought it was a very cool place to explore. As an adult, I would love to go back and see what other goodies she had hidden away in there.
I remember extended visits where I would get bored as the adults would talk, so I’d take my Star Wars action figures into the front porch and be in my own little world. It truly was a magical time for me and I cherished our visits.
She passed away in the mid-1990’s. The house is now owned by someone else. I’ll never know what else may have been in that garage. And I certainly don’t miss walking through the sea of crab-apples.
But I do remember her. And those memories will always live with me. So today’s Throwback Thursday is dedicated to her.