When I first started blogging, I had no idea what I would write about or what kind of things I would be reading about. And as I read other blogs, I have thoughts that get sparked and memories that flood into my little brain. (No comments Towaway) Another blogger wrote about the little things, and how her father loved one thing and her son could have cared less about it. A similar thing happened to me and now I wish I had not been so quick to make the decision I did back then.
My grandmother had given me (for my bridal shower) a three ring binder and she had filled it with recipes, and tidbits of home remedies and snippets about how to keep a good home and the such. I loved it and used it and added to it, and then I got older and did not think I needed those things. I thought I was wiser and could find my own recipes and snippets in my own magazines about how to keep a house or that I really didn't need anyone telling me how to keep house. I was wrong.
My grandmother passed away in April of 1995 and I miss her to this day. She was a guiding force in my life. She was powerful and not bossy. People loved and respected her. She commanded and demanded respect...and she got it.
I was sitting at the breakfast table asking myself why had I gotten rid of those recipes she had given me, and for the life of me, I can't think of a blessed thing. I just got rid of them. Big mistake. That was something she had given me, from her, and I threw it away, as if it meant nothing to me. I am older now and realize that many-a-time...it is the little things.