Grandparents Book

I practically grew up at my grandparents house. They lived on a little farm outside of Trumansburg, NY and we knew all of their neighbors. They grew blueberries, had a huge vegetable garden, pear trees, a strawberry patch and about 11 acres of open land. My grandpa had a big barn where he kept the hay, and for a while he had a couple of cows in that barn. He also had pigs that I tormented as a child by chasing them and teasing them with food – was scolded for that quite often -, they had chickens for eggs and you could always hear a brood of birds singing all over the property.

One of my fondest memories as a child is waking up to the birds singing outside my window – it still brings me joy to be woken up this way and reminds me of my grandparents.

My grandpa and grandma had a huge impact on my life – they were always a big part of it, and still are! They talk to me from Heaven and influence many of my decisions. I suppose that’s what being a grandparent is all about, right? Leaving a legacy. They certainly did!

My grandmother was stern yet loving and supportive. She was my only cheerleader at many times in my life and she took me in when I had no place else to go. She helped me get on the straight and narrow, as *they* say and kept me grounded. I can see her in my daughter, Emmah. Little bits and pieces of my grandmother shine through when Emmah is helping Graham tie his shoes or get his jacket on, or making lunch for him. She’s certainly a care-taker, just like my Grandma, who took care of Emmah and pretty much raised her the first 15 months of her life.

Gma and I

Grandpa owned his own carpentry business and by what I’ve been told from people who knew him during that time he was a really hard worker, he was full of integrity and he was a happy guy – very polite, always. People still praise my grandfather for his work and character. If there is anyone that I would want to be like when *grow up* it’s my grandpa.

I feel his presence when I’m working on my jewelry – or when I should be. He’s there cheering me on, giving me advice + tips about how to be a successful business owner when you have a whole mess of people telling you that you can’t do it and it’ll never work.  My work ethic has admittedly been a very slow progression.  Like, a snail’s pace. Whatever work ethic I do have, was given to me by my grandpa and it’s so strong. He gives me nudges often and I can still hear him saying to me, “love you, Punkin.” I know, with all my heart + soul, he loved me with all he had.

My grandfather, Uncle Ted and myself as a little chicken nugget.

My cousin made these beautiful picture books and gave them to our whole family as Christmas gifts after our Grandma passed away in 2010. It was a tearful Christmas, as you can imagine, but we all have these momento’s now to look at and smile.

Please feel free to share your Shutterfly Photo book projects below or memories of your grandparents so I can smile, laugh and cry with you!

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