this is gram on her 80th birthday. today she would have been 105. i still think about her every single day and always when i make my bed in the morning.
gram was a master bed maker. she used to let me think i was helping her make the beds at the lake house when i was a little kid. i can still see her pulling the sheets up really tight after making the most perfect hospital corners at the bottom ends. then gram would turn back the top part of the sheet just the right amount and flatten it out using several firm swipes of her hand – then tuck the sides real tight under the mattress. you could easily bounce a quarter on any bed gram made. next came the bedspread. she would flip the bedspread high into the air and then center it perfectly onto the bed making sure it hung down on both sides exactly even, swiping her hands across the top of the bed again and again. it never came out less than perfect.
gram was one of the kindest people i ever knew – the kind of person you just wouldn’t ever want to disappoint. that is why to this day, i can never put a pair of shoes on a table and why you could bounce a quarter on my bed.
happy birthday, gram. i miss you –
“May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.”
– Irish Blessing