Nancy: Here are some
memories that come to mind when I think of Grandma Bea. (By Scott Evans)
My memories revolve around the Weber. Occasionally, we would be invited to go with
Grandma and Grandpa and stay with them at their cabin over the weekend. We would be able to sleep in the loft
overlooking the front room. I remember
Grandma Bea’s pancakes in the morning and how well she tolerated my questions
about everything. I remember catching
fish and bringing them to her sink. On
one occasion, I was out catching frogs, toads and snakes. I caught a snake which obviously did not want
to be caught because the snake bit me on the thumb and decided not to let
go. So I ran into Grandma’s kitchen with
the snake still attached to my thumb. It
was then that I found out that Grandma was not at all fond of snakes. She told me to “get that thing out of here”
immediately. I remember her telling me
not to hold onto the horn of the saddle when riding a horse. I remember riding with her and Grandpa up to
Yellow Lake and back after church. I
remember her telling me stories of when she was a little girl. I remember her telling me stories of my
father and my uncles when they were young.
I remember asking her why she didn’t shut her eyes during
some of the prayers (obviously I didn’t either). She told me that she raised five boys and
needed to watch them. I remember
dandelion tea, mint sauce, and lamb chops (which I didn’t like but dad made me
eat it anyway). I remember picking
rhubarb.
Like my Grandma Todd, I remember that she always seemed to
be “put together.” She always was
dressed well, even in what I would call her work clothes. I remember a certain “wrap” that I think was
a fox.
But for the snake incident, I don’t ever remember a cross
word from her. Finally, I sometimes
while I was in our front yard, I remember when she was calling for Grandpa
Dave. She had a certain call for him
that I can hear now. That was one of the
benefits of living just down the street.
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