Married this month in 1928

My paternal grandparents

Edgar and Irene

I was a fortunate child, the first child

the first grandchild.

My Dad, all of 21 and in the Airforce,
stationed in Montana
met my Mom, 17 and the youngest of seven girls.

That little butterball in her arms is me.

Sometime before I turned two, the three of us moved
back to Connecticut and lived with my paternal grandparents.
They owned a three family house
and we took the first floor.

Needless to say, I was upstairs to the third floor


Throughout my life I had the gift of extended family,

even when my Dad & Mom bought our family home
a short time later in a small, bedroom town in Connecticut
about a half hour from my grandparents.

I remember the smell of the basement where my Grandfather puttered
and the rhubarb sauce cooking on Grandmother's stove

..the way she set out the plates and cups the night before,
for the breakfast she always made my Grandfather
before he went to work carrying a sandwhich
she had made the night before, wrapped
in the plastic bread wrapper.

The colorful round dots of Wonderbread.

how I stood handing clothes pins to Grandma as she
hung the clothes on a long clothesline off the back porch
how they all spoke French and even sang in French

I was so very fortunate.

I had my grandparents into my thirties
and how they loved me and I them.


wonderful love.

It's quite special to be the first child, the first grandchild.


debi said...

Ahhhhh. What a beautiful post. Your grandparents look like a couple of kids. Isn't it funny how getting older makes everyone look so young?
I enjoyed reading about your family.

Terri Gordon said...

Oh Rella, what a beautiful post, what beautiful pictures, your grandparents look so young and what a wonderful picture of your parents and you. Thank you for sharing. Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs, Terri

Lori said...

Rella, what beautiful sounds like you had an enchanted and wonderful childhood...your family sounds amazing...thank you for sharing and have a great weekend!!!

Joanne Huffman said...

great post about family.

La Dolce Vita said...

oh I agree! I am the first also, and the things we know and learn is so different from the other sibs... I value it! hope you are staying cool and I love your memorial tribute, think I will do this on my Bell'Antico site too! smoochlets!!

Debby said...

Hi Rella, this is the most beautiful post ever. I love seeing the beautiful photos and you, my dear are the sweetest little butterball ever. Thanks for sharing your memories. I really enjoyed this.

Meri Wiley said...

Hi Rella,

What fantastic memories and thank you so much for sharing them. Isn't it wonderful when we share memories and some of us can pick out bits and pieces of the same memories, reminding us how we're all the same in some small way.

Thanks again,

Patricia said...

Your writing tugged at my heart. I loved my Grandmother so and all the things, the little things you mentioned are as my memories. I was the first female grandchild of three boys and I was made to feel special to. I also lived in S.C. for twenty three years and missed all the Northern flowers and bulbs. Thanks for all your visits and the wonderful comments you leave behind. I hope you have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend.

Ragamuffin Gal said...

This post is so wonderful, it made me smile from my head to my tippy toes. You write so well Rella and your rememberances are enchanting!

Dive Boracay said...

Love post! Those are beautiful pictures. What a great couple they are. Thank you for sharing.