Mam-Maw’s Treasures and Fascinations

My paternal grandmother was always known to us as ‘Mam-Maw’ a fairly common southern term for grandmother. She was a prim and proper lady who always shouldered great burdens throughout her life. Her mother died when she was 16, and she married my grandfather (who was 17 years her senior) only 5 months later. She and my grandfather cared for her younger siblings until they married and moved out on their own. She gave birth to a stillborn child before my father was born and as a result, he was raised as an only child.

My grandmother as a young woman

I have always considered her home as the place where my foundation was established – much of that due to her influence. She was a wonderful cook and worked hard to keep a tidy house. She cared deeply for her belongings and took great care of them, considering everything as precious.

I was the youngest of four children and until I was old enough to venture out with my siblings, I spent a lot of time underfoot. I think she was a sentimentalist, always keeping letters and photos from friends and loved ones neatly tidied away in organized boxes. I loved looking though her things asking her questions. I remember the day I stumbled upon a photo of her as a young woman posed with cigarette in hand. When I asked her if she smoked she was mortified. She sat me down for a long chat explaining she and her friends were pretending to smoke while posing for the photo and how she was ashamed of it. I probably would not remember it at all except for her reaction.

Mam-Maw’s jewelry box was an old cardboard Whitman’s chocolate box. Inside the box were two black cardboard box dividers that fit so snugly against one another they did not appear removable. One day I did discover they lifted out of the box. Underneath was a black hand-sewn pouch containing 5 or 6 silver dollars. That same pouch and those same silver dollars sit in my safe deposit box today.

My grandmother did not have anything besides costume jewelry. Pins decorated with ornate flowers and strands of pale pink or ivory colored ‘pop beads’.  What a delight for a child to pop and un-pop those beads! I was often allowed to wear pop beads to church as long as I did not ‘pop’ them during the sermon.

In her wardrobe were boxes of nylons. When purchased from the store, the nylons were beautiful and in the perfect shape of a woman’s leg and foot. Hers often had seams down the back and when she wore them, they were rolled up just at the base of her knee.

Inside a cardboard shoe box was an old stereograph with two bunches of stereo cards. These double image cards produced a 3-D effect when viewed through the viewer. I would sit for hours amazed at the well dressed Victorian ladies bathing their cherub babies in porcelain wash tubs. There were images of highly decorative hotel lobbies in faraway cities and fields of tobacco in Panama. All images to inspire a child’s imagination. I still have this stereoscope and it still lives in the same shoebox that one day probably protected a new pair of my grandmother’s shoes.

In the room adjoining her bedroom was a box that contained all sorts of thermometers and glass hypodermic needles from her time as a home care nurse. I have two glass thermometers, but I am sure they are not the same ones. I would have loved to have one of the old glass hypodermic needles but somewhere through the years they disappeared.

My grandmother could be strict, although she had a soft spot for her grandchildren. She exercised a great deal pf patience with four small children underfoot day and night. But you would never know it.

My grandmother years later

When I think of her, three images of her come to mind. One of her sweeping away the snow under the forsythia bush to feed the birds, one of her singing hymns while she canned food in the kitchen, and third, sitting in my grandfather’s red recliner peeling apples into a metal pie tin – the peel in one long unbroken strip.


Monday Missive – Spring is Here!

I cannot tell you how excited I am that spring has arrived. It looks to be a gorgeous, sunshine-filled day and time to seriously look at lining up spring chores.

  • First of all – the BIG news in my family. Last week my daughter her wife and their daughter went to court – virtually – to finalize my daughter’s adoption of her own child. Thankfully it all went well, our granddaughter wanted to wear her magician’s outfit and although she was shy, she was so happy to hear the judge tell them they will always be a family. It was an emotional day for all of us, but I am forever thankful the worry is over.
  • I have a bit of the spring cleaning bug. I feel like the dust that settled post-2020 is heavier than in previous years.
  • Our seed potatoes have arrived which means I will drive up to Asheville to pick them up then we will attempt planting small container garden potatoes for the first time.
  • Our forsythia is in bloom although it looks like it needs to be cut back severely this year. The early yellow-tinged blossoms blooms of dogwoods have made an appearance as have the first buds on our redbud trees. All my irises are also making their way through the ground. Spring is definitely here.
  • Last week we had 3.5 inches of rain over a period of 48 hours. We had predictions of possible tornados based on the storm that swept through the southeastern states, but thankfully the storm lost much of its power before reaching us.
  • This coming Friday will mark the end of our two-week post final vaccination waiting period. We do not plan to go crazy, but we do intend to see a few friends and family for the first time in a long-long time.
  • Hubby has contractors coming out to give us quotes for pouring a concrete slab for a metal building/workshop for him. I never realized how much was involved in pouring concrete!

That’s about it for my quick Monday rundown. Stay safe, get your vaccine when you can, and don’t let your guard down. Have a great week!