Heritage can mean property or an inheritance, something that is passed down from preceding generations. My inheritance was love. My small Granny gave me love. I always felt welcome in her house. I always knew that she wanted the best for me. In a confusing world, I felt safe in her house.
Granny's house meant hugs and apple pie. The warmth of the range (stove) and a feather quilt. It meant picking pea pods in the garden and shelling them into a bowl. Granny's house meant feeding the hens and chamber pots under the beds. It meant hand washing clothes and washing ourselves with face cloths and kettles of boiling water cooled down with jugs of cold water. Granny's house meant oil cloth on the kitchen table and strong, milky tea with heaps of sugar. It meant stories by the fire at night and card games. There were great adventures too, like picking cockles and periwinkles on the shore line or watching the fishermen bringing live eels onto the pier and squealing when we saw their many teeth.
There was a rhythm to each day in my small Granny's house. Life was simple and love was all around.
I was blessed to have my grandmother in my life for 23 years. And even now I still feel her love in my heart. Claude Steiner, one of the leaders in the field of Transactional Analysis, wrote that every child needs the certain knowledge of being loved by just ONE person in order to live a happy fulfilling life. My small Granny gave me that certainty.
I would love to hear your memories of the person who gave you that certainty, you can comment below, and please feel free to share this blog with others who are tracing their roots too.
Your Irish Identity, Gifts and Shadows-A Webtalk will take place on Jan 30th. For further details go here Explore Your Irish Identity here
Granny's house meant hugs and apple pie. The warmth of the range (stove) and a feather quilt. It meant picking pea pods in the garden and shelling them into a bowl. Granny's house meant feeding the hens and chamber pots under the beds. It meant hand washing clothes and washing ourselves with face cloths and kettles of boiling water cooled down with jugs of cold water. Granny's house meant oil cloth on the kitchen table and strong, milky tea with heaps of sugar. It meant stories by the fire at night and card games. There were great adventures too, like picking cockles and periwinkles on the shore line or watching the fishermen bringing live eels onto the pier and squealing when we saw their many teeth.
There was a rhythm to each day in my small Granny's house. Life was simple and love was all around.
I was blessed to have my grandmother in my life for 23 years. And even now I still feel her love in my heart. Claude Steiner, one of the leaders in the field of Transactional Analysis, wrote that every child needs the certain knowledge of being loved by just ONE person in order to live a happy fulfilling life. My small Granny gave me that certainty.
I would love to hear your memories of the person who gave you that certainty, you can comment below, and please feel free to share this blog with others who are tracing their roots too.
Your Irish Identity, Gifts and Shadows-A Webtalk will take place on Jan 30th. For further details go here Explore Your Irish Identity here
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