Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
You will be missed
A dozen white roses sit by my bed
A gift from my husband, I love you they said
For 69 years my grandma had that too
Maybe not in roses, but in something he’d do
The strength that she has I see in her face
She calls it stubborn, I call it Grace
For always they would stand as husband and wife
She as his rock, the love of his life
It’s in her face, every tear, every line
That I see the great things of this grandpa of mine
She stayed in the cold to stand by his side
To cheer and support when chariots he’d ride
She’d watch from the kitchen and knew all the tricks
She’d hand grandpa the scoop so he’d be ready for my ice cream fix
She’d sit by his side, a smile on her face
As grandpa would sing jingles, a bounce to keep pace
She’d stand on the porch as we played outside
Grandpa chasing me around, no place I could hide
In the back room where she always swept
His small brown boots often were kept
I’d try them on…would they fit me this week?
“We’ll they’re smaller than mine,” grandma would say tongue in cheek
Grandma grew rhubarb, he’d cut us a slice
Then roll us in barrels and tell us “play nice”
She’d call me Dolly as I walked in the door
And he’d sing about MeriAnn down by the shore
I got to shoot his special gun at big rocks after school
But not before she made her point, be careful was the rule
He’d make us rings from horseshoe nails and she make sure they fit
He’d take us for rides in the back of the truck, and she’d make sure we would sit
He’d bounce us around on the top of his knee from the kitchen she could see
He’d tell us we were special and hold us close, and often “de da la de”
She was always there a shoulder to cry when grandpa was teaching us to be tough
For some reason he thought with salt in a cut, it didn’t hurt as much
At family events he never would leave, too much that he would miss
A grandkid or two on each knee with a little song and a little kiss
Grandma would help him when telling his stories to get us all involved
She’d ask us questions and he’d make us laugh when the joke was solved
The family came first, no matter what, they’d rather give than take
From camping to cars to the last peach in the jar, the sacrifice they would make
The love that he had for all his girls was special you see
But the love he had for grandma, his wife, was a great example to me
I love you Grandpa, and Grandma you too
And I’m thankful for all of the things that you do
I’ll miss all the memories that he’ll add to your face
But we’ll see him again in another time, in another place
Four Generations of Taylor Women
Grace and her Mimi Art, Grace and I
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Grandpa Taylor
A man of age sits in an old rocking chair holding a small child on his knee. His hair changing white with wisdom is growing thinner. His eyes show years of hard work, but somehow the happiness and joy looking at this child on his lap shines through. This is where he is the happiest. The young child responds in return her blond ponytails moving side to side as she throws her head back and giggles. Her grandpa is the best. He sings a song to her, “de da la de la de la de” and bounces her on his knee. She’s a special one to him and a real keeper, she knows because he tells her so.
As time goes on, so the child grows. Her time spent with her grandpa, although different in spirit, is still filled with the sincere love and attention that can never be doubted. The grandpa is a hard worker who spends hours each day tending to the horses, making deer jerky, and working in some time to make horseshoe rings for the kids that he loves so much. Through all of the hard work and time, Grandpa’s sometimes tend to break down, and this grandpa did too; but you would never know because when asked, he would always respond that he was still “ornery as ever”, but the young girl just thought that was funny.
One day Grandpa had to get some work done on his hip. The young girl went to visit him after he came home from the hospital and saw him sitting on the front porch with a silver walker in front of him. The young girl thought this would be the perfect moment to tease her grandpa so she took full advantage of the situation. Grandpa laughed at the little girl as she was dancing and making jokes in front of him saying, “you can’t catch me now grandpa” as she kicked her legs in the air; but she underestimated her grandpa, who while laughing wide eyed had other ideas working in his mind. The young girl turned to do a little run and grandpa stood up and took off after her. He caught her on the sidewalk at the bottom of the stairs, wrapped her up tight, gave her a big hug, and told her never to underestimate her grandpa. She laughed and never did again!
Grandpa used to tell great stories, but some of the ones that the young girl liked best were the ones about him. She’s older now, but she still tells people that she meets about her grandpa and how fast he could run, “like the wind” she would say. She would tell them about how he could be even faster when he was in a chariot being pulled by horses, and how fast his hands were too, like when he was boxing or scooping ice cream.
Grandpa always had little white mints if you ever needed one, and he always had a hand to hold. The little girl remembers his hand being rough and calloused, but it felt so tough and strong; like it would never let you down, and he never did. Even when at the family reunion in the talent show the little girl would play her violin and it would sound more like fingernails on a chalkboard, you can bet grandpa’s brown boots were tapping to a beat and he clapped louder than anyone at the end, giving her a kiss, and telling her she really was special.
He never missed a game of basketball or volleyball; if the little girl was playing he was sure to be there with grandma at his side, smiling and proud. He came to graduations, plays, and anything else she was in, because he loved her, and she sure loved him.
He tried to make her tough too. He taught her how to work, to help with the chores, and to help grandma around the house. He also tried to show her that a cut is a long ways from your heart, and he seemed to think that salt would make it feel better, but it never did. Grandpa also showed her how much fun camping could be, from whistles and dinner, to play huts and stories, the camp trips were always fun.
The best times the little girl ever had with her grandpa was when they would go shooting. The little girl, now old enough to drive, would go to Loa to pick up her grandpa after school. He would load the guns in the truck with plenty of ammo and they would drive to Big Rocks to practice their aim. The background of graffiti painted rocks, wouldn’t be your typical background for a “best memory” but for the little girl and Grandpa it fit just fine. Grandpa even shared with the little girl the opportunity to shoot his special gun, and she thinks about that still.
Sometimes in life, little girls mess up, and they get a little lost along the way, but Grandpa always believed in this little girl and was there for her no matter what, because she was special you see, and her grandpa told her so. The little girl will never be able to give back to her grandpa what he has given to her, but she loves him, she is proud of him, and she hopes he knows that’s so. He’s special you see, a real keeper!
Grandpa, I hope you know how much I love you and appreciate all that you do for me. You have been such an important person in my life, not only my grandpa but my friend. I love you! I am so glad that my little Grace got to meet you-even if you just took a little nap together! We will miss you! Grace also got to meet her Grandma Great Taylor. And Grandma and Grandpa Great Ellett.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Pumpkin Carving
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Too Careful?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
One Month
She seems really tall too, and is now the same size as Minnie!Love you baby girl and I am so happy that you chose me to be your mommy! This month has gone too fast though, so if you can slow down just a little that would be great! Love you!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Sneak Peak
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Sunday, October 4, 2009
Still Growing
She still loves walking, but now it is too cold. And she loves her Daddy! (the shirt says Daddy's Little Sweetie FYI...)