Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Granny Longfingers

I am missing Granny Longfingers today. I'm not sure why today of all days, but I seem to be thinking about her a great deal.

From the moment I met her until the day she met Jesus face to face there was no doubt that she was one special lady. And for those of us who knew her, we have a place in our hearts that only Granny can fill.

Granny is The Calm One's grandmother. But she may as well have been my blood relative too for the way she loved on me. When The Calm One took me to her apartment to meet her for the first time, I walked in the door and was immediately wrapped in the warmest bear hug a person could ever hope to expect. And then she immediately turned to The Calm One, put her long tapered finger up to his nose and asked, "You treatin' her right?! You'll answer to me iffin you don't."

And The Calm One took heed. Granny and E.F. Hutton had a thing or two in common.

Besides her warm, generous heart, Granny was also known for her baking. A better carrot cake could not be found outside of her kitchen. Relatives anxiously waited for her nut rolls when the holidays came around. They are stuff of legends.

And speaking of legendary, there are tales told and retold about her shoe collection. The Calm One rarely misses the chance to tell his version of the fateful, stormy road trip in which he and Granny argued about discussed how many shoes she'd packed.

She was a feisty domino player and liked to keep score. I am not sure, but her nickname "Longfingers" may have arisen from her domino playing ways. I'll let you, dear reader, draw your own conclusions on that one . . .

I am so thankful that I've had the joy of knowing her. And I appreciate the influence she had on The Calm One and the man he's become.

My only regret is that my children do not have her in their lives today. We have pictures of her holding Michael and Cherie and they both claim they remember her each time we pull out the pictures. I hope they do. They'll be better people for it.

And soon, when Jesus comes to carry us away we'll be reunited with her. After she wraps her loving arms around us, she'll point her long, tapered finger toward the kitchen of her mansion and tell us to eat up because the nut rolls have just come from the oven. And I, for one, can hardly wait.


  1. Anonymous6/26/2008

    A special lady for sure. Think of her often myself. Now my mouth is watering for carrot cake. Thanks!

  2. myra@wemakethree.com6/26/2008

    You are so lucky to have had such a lovely woman in your life. I wish I had been able to know my grandparents. But even though I didn't, they still had a profound influence on my life. I'm sure the same will be true for your kids.

  3. Oh Jubilee- what a precious post. It's interesting because I have been missing my great-grandmother a lot lately... this post reminded me of my love and admiration for her... Thank you for sharing your memories of this wonderful woman :)


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