I’m always cleaning out or going through things and occasionally I run across something that makes me pause, smile and reflect.
This is what happened when I found my Grandma’s garden notebook the other day. This time I paused to read and found an article that was printed in the local newspaper; it was written by a Garden Columnist.
I remember this person he always presented a positive attitude and greeted my grandma with a friendly hug.
In the article he was referencing an afternoon where he was talking with her about growing vegetables. I discovered her passion for gardening didn’t begin with growing food; it began with flowers and the different shades of green.
This doesn’t surprise me because her yard was always manicured to complete perfection.
When she took over the vegetable garden it was hard for her to do everything so she focused on growing veggies with the highest nutrients, the article was more of a debate if her decision was the right one.
My Grandpa Pete was the original vegetable grower; with age he experienced severe arthritis in his hands which led him to do less outdoors.
He passed away when I was pretty young; my favorite memory would the smile on his face when something fresh from the garden was brought indoors.
He was a quiet simple person who came to this country from Italy for a better life, like so many others in the early 1900’s.
I believe he taught my grandma a lot about self reliance as his childhood was very different from hers. He grew up in he hill country of northern Italy where chickens roam free, gardens were flush and the food was amazing! It was fun to sit and remember the roots of where I came from.
After reading the article I opened the book to find some neat treasures one being seeing my grandma’s name printed inside; she was pretty active in this group and her areas of interest were surprising.
The first thing I wanted to share was a poem from what appears to be a gardener’s reflection.
Next I discovered the Gardener’s prayer; it’s neat to see typesetting on small pieces of notebook paper, it brings back memories from when I was a kid playing with our typewriter; it was so heavy.
I enjoyed this book and noticed the group was established in 1940; it looks like my Grandma joined around the early 1960’s.
She must have been a member for quite a while because when I spent my summers with her she introduced me to many of these people; they were kind and I found them to be very interesting.
The group outreach was also impressive; they were ladies who loved to garden and share with others.
After reading I sat and thought about my own garden book that I started a few years ago. It’s filled with many little things and I decided it’s a good place to stack away memories too. Just as I do here on my blog at times.
A friend reminded me this booklet is a treasure and that my grandma is still with me. Then I remembered when I moved from home, she told me it didn’t matter where I went because she would always be with me.”
I’m not sure why she and I connected so well, I guess it’s because she saw something in me. I’m very blessed!