Both of my grandmothers died within 2 weeks of each other. It was the same year Lydia was born, we quit our job, put our house up for sale, moved back home and my dad had surgery for a cancerous tumor. So, even though their deaths would have been significant at any time—the timing made it all the more…affecting.
When my dad’s mom, Grandmama Ann knew she was dying she gathered all her photos and put them in albums for her kids. Most of the pictures I had seen before but a few of them were new to me. It’s amazing to see a picture of yourself from 20 years ago that you have never seen before. It’s like a big secret part of your life you didn’t know about.
This is one of those pictures. We’re on my parents’ back porch and I’m 4 years old (same as Lydia). I was going to just crop the pictures out individually because Lydia and I are TWINS. But as I looked at them again, I was so enthralled with Grandmama’s handwriting and her words. She wrote from my perspective–like I was the one talking. I love thinking about her writing this before she died and remembering that day long ago when we walked through the woods together.
Her handwriting is so very familiar to me…Grandmama never lived in the same state (or sometimes country) as me, so I guess I have significant memories of her handwriting on birthday cards and letters.
So seeing her handwriting in “my voice” with these new pictures well, it’s so beautiful I can almost feel that day–the back porch, Georgia in November, Grandmama’s voice, her accent, her laugh, my long hair and the happiness I know I had.
Do you know your grandmother’s handwriting?