Our "helping skills" were also limited within the kitchen when it came to peeling potatoes. Evidently, we were too wasteful and cut more off than just the peel. With age came better skills and we were eventually actually more helpful than in prior days gone by.
She was known for her sense of humor and mischievousness - which is where I credit a lot of Anna's from. As a child, her and her sister were told not to pick a particular apple from the apple tree. It was reserved for an apple pie my great grandma had been planning to make. So they didn't pick it .... rather, they climbed the tree and ate the apple then left the core hanging there. Could you ever imagine that this is where Anna gets it from?
My grandma would often sing as I played. This continued on even after they moved down here to be closer to us. I would often go by after I got out of high school and visit with them. I recall a particular day of playing the piano and Grandma singing "In the Garden". She told me she used to sing it with her mom and that it was her favorite hymn - so we played it at her funeral.
She taught me to appreciate the beauty of flowers and plants
Anyone who knew my grandma knew how much she loved flowers and plants and working in her garden. She used to grow so many flowers that she would sell them out of her garden. I have mums and irises that she gave to me from her garden, as well as a baby's breath plant. While I certainly appreciate their beauty, I'm not known for my green thumb. My gardening skills are at a minimum. I only wish I had the talent and skills that she had.
She taught me how to keep a secret
Everyone loved my Grandma's chocolate chip cookies. It's one of the things I always looked forward to when we'd go to visit. Oftentimes, as soon as you opened the door you could smell them cooking. I often wanted her recipe, to which she replied "It's a secret." It wasn't until last year that I actually got the recipe.
She taught me commitment
My grandparents were married 66 years. If that's not commitment, I don't know what is. She taught me to stick it out even during the hard times. To rely on each other for strength and to let the little things go. She knew how to take things lightly. One of the funniest things I remember is when she decided to stop dying her hair. My grandpa evidently thought the transformation took too long and said "Marie, if you don't do something with that hair, I'm going to divorce you." She laughed and laughed and laughed... and then we did too. It eventually grew out snow white and she still looked just as beautiful.
Most importantly, she knew the commitment of praying. She spent the majority of her life praying for my Grandpa's salvation. At the age of 79 he accepted Christ and was baptized. What more of a tribute could be given to such a woman? I dare say none.
I love you Grandma and miss you every day. I pray that you're finally embracing your son, basking in God's presence, and enjoying all of the wonders of Heaven. Until we meet again...