My Grandma

Everyday people talk about great influences in their lives, special songs, movies, famous actors, or talk show hosts. They say these people affected them, inspired or encouraged them. Well, I may not have a favorite talk show host, or endearing song, but I do have a truly wonderful Grandmother. It is my Grandmother who has filled my life and others with endless amounts of love, inspiration and encouragement. She is my idle, my famous lady.

Growing up she surrounded us kids with magic, the magic of the setting sun, the arrival of a new flower, the song of a hummingbird.
Her home was a treasure in each new hidden discovery, from flowering violets to filled candy jars. The moment she opened the door her arms opened wide with a loving embrace an endless smile and cheerful manner. We loved visiting her, and we knew she loved having us visit.

As I grew older and stuggled with trouble in my teenage years, my Grandmother never faultered. Her arms still open wide, her love still overflowing upon my arrival. It didn't matter if my jeans were torn, my make-up too dark,or my boyfriend was a hippie. She welcomed us all, and noticed no flaws. If I arrived in despair, she would lift my spirits, if I arrived in good cheer she would lift them even higher, this was her magic.

I was not the only one whom felt her magic, felt her love. Soon after Grandmother moved to town, other friends, teenagers, children, and neighbors would fill her home, and upon leaving would carry a special glow.

Grandmother has not been feeling well lately, and I hope to see her soon. Though in the meantime, I just wanted to let everyone know my favorite famous lady. And I am so very proud to say this lady is my Grandmother.