If I had words to make a day for you,
I'd give you a morning golden and true.
I would make this day last for all time, and
Give you a night deep in moon shine.
If I had words to make a garden green
For you I'd grow flowers graceful and free.
There would be trees to shade you always,
And blue skies above shining brighter days.
If I had words to make a moonlit night,
The night sky I'd fill with stars so bright.
I'd hold your hand and make a wish or two
That all of your dreams will someday come true.
🎜~Farmer Hoggelt "Babe"
I just flew back from visiting my grandmother on her 100th birthday. I really wasn't sure what she would be like at 100 years old, I haven't seen her for quite awhile. My grandmother was a wood carver, a craft that she did not pick up until she was eighty years old after she retired from her job of 50 years. Carving anything from eagles, buffalos, animals of all kinds, people, santas, nativity sets, gnomes, the pope, figures and wall fixtures. Most of her work she sold and gave away, her best work is not photographed here, but she still had some of her little carvings in nooks in crannies all around her house.
I decided to stay there at her house during my visit and sleep on the couch for the few days that I was there. My grandmother was the same strong lady she has always been. She remembered everybody and everything, you always knew she observed a lot more than she let on. Her hands were never idle, the truth is, it was difficult to tell what she made in her house and what she did not make. I knew for sure that she carved the shelves that displayed her carvings. I even noticed her power saws in the work room that she didn't even begin to use until she was eighty years old. She always made me think of the craftsmen of old, the designs you see in historic buildings, but you never knew who did all the artistry that you see.
So I settled down for the night on her living room couch surrounded by granny squares everywhere, and little nooks and crannies with gnomes and all kinds of crafts. My grandmother sat in a chair in the room next to me and played her church masses, prayers and songs ALL NIGHT LONG, the first night. Even earplugs were not enough to get much sleep. My grandmother has always seemed like a saint to me growing up, she even resembles Corrie Ten Boom a little bit.
But make no mistake, she is a spitfire too! :) A really funny lady with her personality that is shone through her work. If you want to know what she is like, you can see her in her wood carvings.
My Grandmother (picture on the right) highlighted in her local newspaper for her wood carvings. (names crossed out for now) Below is one of the artists quotes in the same newspaper article.
Coming home I began to think. What was her secret? I even asked her and the only thing she could give me was "you never know who's going to live this long". Maybe it is her faith or staying busy, or maybe it is what she says, you never know.
|Both of my grandparents holding me.|
I came home very jet lagged and fell asleep watching "Babe" the movie. I noticed the similarities of a simpler time, my grandmother's home seems like this. My grandmother lived through war, the depression, leaving her home and family, a flood, cancer, losing her spouse, all with a generous and grateful spirit (no bitterness). The grace to still stand after all these years, but all the charm of that place and my grandmother's creations can still live on, a full life of enchantment if only in the heart.
|!00 years old|
|My grandmother and grandfather on their wedding day.|
And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see — or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.
“See, the Lord has called by name Bezalel the son of Uri, son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah; and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with skill, with intelligence, with knowledge, and with all craftsmanship, to devise artistic designs, to work in gold and silver and bronze, in cutting stones for setting, and in carving wood, for work in every skilled craft.”