I was born of a 19 year old farm girl in the year 1959, April. My grandfather was of french decent, from the line of meravanige kings of france. I only spent the first 18 months of my life with him, although I feel him with me to this very day. My mother was not married, and the father I never knew was not interested. So I spent the next 6 years mostly with my mothers step mother, my granny. Granny was an ol timy frontiers woman who had out lived 5 husbands. She told me stories about her husbands and how she came to the Missoula valley a girl of 12 in a covered wagon the year was 1892. She had come to live with my grandfather as a house keeper and nanny upon the premature death of his wife 18 months after the birth of my mother. I can still remember life with granny. The rattle of her old brass bed, with the wafting of wood heat off her cast iron stove rolling over me in the cool brisk mornings, with the smell of fresh brewed coffee an potato cakes and sausage sizzling in her well seasoned iron skillet. Along with the sounds of the early morning. The creak followed by the resounding slap of the screen door as she went back and forth from back porch to kitchen with wood and water for the morning meal and wash up. I remember the cool misty mornings on the meadow. Helping with the wood and water that to her meant life its self. The delicious warm afternoons where the sweet scent of pansies an geraniums hung heavy on the porch as you would exit there, only to see ponies in the pasture, chickens in the yard, the wood pile, next to the old iron hand pump, from which our water came. And when she would take me out into the garden or orchard, to gather fruit and the season harvest. I havent the words or the way to really express, what these earliest memories have meant to me and or how they have shaped my life as I have come to know it. I can not full describe the warmth of her laugh, or the thrill it gave, as she would turn and smile on the path to the fields, the sun glancing off her round glasses giving her eyes that much more shimmer and shine. Oh this was the life, I remember it as if there were no other.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 15:37:31 +0000
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