Framed Memories in Silver

I happened upon a really neat blog this week,

The Gypsy Fish Journal, the host of Silver Sunday. First, let me say, I don't have many silver pieces in my home! I love silver, especially in other's decor, but I am still stuck in the Olden GOLDen age. One day, I just know I'll be back in style with my gold, brassy accents. Doesn't everything make the full circle of design, sooner or later. :)
I do have a silver frame I'd like to share. It holds a photo of someone who was very dear to me....my Grandmother B.

The picture was taken at my Grandmother's home, when I was about 2 1/2. {I'm pictured with my grandma and grandaddy ~ 1970 ~ Maternal side}

I loved all of my grandparents. My grandaddys were both sweet, quiet men. But I had a very special bond with my grandmothers. They were total opposites personality wise. And although they were different and unique in their own ways, they were both exceptional ladies. Words can not describe how much I loved and admired them!

Growing up, on cold nights such as the one we are experiencing now, you could find me camped out with my Grandma B. for a night of crafting! We stayed up until our project was complete, no matter how late, laughing and getting sillier as the hours progressed.

And then as the days began to warm, and winter gave way to spring, we shopped local plant nurseries. Many were small, operated out of someone's home. Some of the flower varieties we found were rare and the prices were cheap! :)

When I was expecting my first child, Ashley, Grandma and I routinely hit the local thrift shops, close to her home to look for baby clothes and linens. We found so many beautiful, vintage crisp cotton pieces! I inherited my "thrifting" gene from her!

I could post memories to fill this page, but will share just one more. On Sundays, I am particulary mindful of going to church with Grandma. I was raised in church, but Grandma's was different. She was a charter member of a very small country church that was formed when I was in grade school. The newly formed congregation started in an old one room clapboard wood building. It closely resembled the church from The Little House on The Prairie. {minus the chalkboards} Grandma loved her church! And she loved the Lord! Normally a quiet and reserved lady, I can still remember how loudly she would sing the old gospel hymns during Sunday services. The Old Rugged Cross was her favorite!

Sadly, in her last years, she was plagued by dementia. She lived to be 96 or 98. Her church was in the process of building a new, beautiful Sanctuary, and she fretted terribly over not living long enough to see it completed! In a confused state, her worry was quite pitiful.

But she did. The new church was finished, and on one of her "better days," which were far and few between by this time, my mom carried her. I remember this part with fondness, because I know it meant so very much to her! She was a precious soul, and my life is so much richer for having been a part of hers! ~Rhonda :)