It's Saturday Night -
1) I found this on Facebook:
2) Write your own blog post, or add your response as a comment to this blog post, in a Facebook Status post or note.
Here's mine:
I had two grandmothers. I only met my paternal grandmother, Alma Bessie Richmond) Seaver (1882-1962) one time, when she visited us in California in 1958, and I had little time with her, but I was age 14. So I missed out on "knowing" here.
My maternal grandmother, Emily Kemp (Auble) Carringer (1899-1977) was in my life from the very beginning. After my birth in 1943, my father went into the U.S. Navy in 1944. My mother and I moved back into her parents home at 2130 Fern Street in San Diego, and my grandmother "Gram" took care of me while my mother worked. She changed my diapers, fed me, clothed me, talked and sang to me, read to me, saw my first step, saw my first potty, and many more events that I am not aware of. In short - she loved me and cared for me. I knew that my whole life.
What I most remember about Gram was Christmas Eves. In the 1950s, we spent Christmas Eve at my grandparents house on Point Loma because they had a chimney (for Santa!), a big fireplace (room for gifts), and their garage was the storage are before Christmas for the presents from them and my parents (prying eyes of little boys!). There were only two bedrooms, so my brother and I got one of them. At bedtime on Christmas Eve, Gram would get us in our pajamas and then we would sing Christmas Carols for awhile. She knew them all and her mellifluous voice put us to sleep to dream of sugar plums, Davy Crocket coonskin hats, flexible flyers, bicycles, BB guns, and much more. There they were on the fireplace hearth on Christmas mornings, and we would go out and play with them on the street until breakfast, then more gift opening (clothes, smaller toys, etc.) after breakfast.
I have tears in my eyes remembering this sweet, innocent and loving person in my life. She had always been a Christian, and my grandfather was not (until his deathbed when I tried to minister to him in the hospital), and my parents did not practice any religion.
