Comments on: My Inheritance http://www.coldclimategardening.com/2005/10/12/my-inheritance/ Hardy plants for hardy souls Sat, 11 Feb 2012 00:24:20 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Rosemarie (Kathy's Sister) http://www.coldclimategardening.com/2005/10/12/my-inheritance/comment-page-1/#comment-646 Rosemarie (Kathy's Sister) Mon, 17 Oct 2005 00:17:34 +0000 http://www.coldclimategardening.com/?p=474#comment-646 The funny thing about Grandma is that she was always so modest, and I think she had no idea what an icon she was to her Grandchildren. I remember her more by smells - that of basil and garlic cooking in a kitchen, and at the farmer's market, my other sister, Marianne, and I both simultaneously latched on to a bunch of Apple mint as smelling like Grandma's yard. The funny thing about Grandma is that she was always so modest, and I think she had no idea what an icon she was to her Grandchildren. I remember her more by smells – that of basil and garlic cooking in a kitchen, and at the farmer’s market, my other sister, Marianne, and I both simultaneously latched on to a bunch of Apple mint as smelling like Grandma’s yard.

]]> By: OldRoses http://www.coldclimategardening.com/2005/10/12/my-inheritance/comment-page-1/#comment-644 OldRoses Sun, 16 Oct 2005 05:24:57 +0000 http://www.coldclimategardening.com/?p=474#comment-644 My condolences to you and your family. It's wonderful how her memories live on in her grandchildren. My condolences to you and your family. It’s wonderful how her memories live on in her grandchildren.

]]> By: Cynthia http://www.coldclimategardening.com/2005/10/12/my-inheritance/comment-page-1/#comment-643 Cynthia Sat, 15 Oct 2005 19:21:50 +0000 http://www.coldclimategardening.com/?p=474#comment-643 I went back and re-read the two articles where you talked of your grandmother and her influence on your life. The poem distills your love for her so well. I'm sorry for your family's loss. I have few memories of grandparents - they all died by the time I was six years old. You are fortunate to have had your grandmother with you so long. I believe that memories are God's blessings and promptings. I went back and re-read the two articles where you talked of your grandmother and her influence on your life. The poem distills your love for her so well. I’m sorry for your family’s loss.
I have few memories of grandparents – they all died by the time I was six years old. You are fortunate to have had your grandmother with you so long. I believe that memories are God’s blessings and promptings.

]]> By: jenn http://www.coldclimategardening.com/2005/10/12/my-inheritance/comment-page-1/#comment-642 jenn Thu, 13 Oct 2005 17:18:20 +0000 http://www.coldclimategardening.com/?p=474#comment-642 I too, miss Sunday dinners at Grandma's. It's been two decades, and I can still see her kitchen in my mind's eye, with her casually preparing the last bit of the meal. I didn't get the garden gene from her - I think that was the other side - but she taught me to be comfortable in the kitchen, and for that I am glad. I too, miss Sunday dinners at Grandma’s.

It’s been two decades, and I can still see her kitchen in my mind’s eye, with her casually preparing the last bit of the meal.

I didn’t get the garden gene from her – I think that was the other side – but she taught me to be comfortable in the kitchen, and for that I am glad.

]]> By: Alice Nelson http://www.coldclimategardening.com/2005/10/12/my-inheritance/comment-page-1/#comment-641 Alice Nelson Thu, 13 Oct 2005 01:23:22 +0000 http://www.coldclimategardening.com/?p=474#comment-641 I also inherited my love of gardening from my grandmother, though I didn't spend much time with her (being in another town). But I remember the garden. She was English, so maybe that explains something. My dad was also a gardener and was proudest of his strawbwrries and his dinerplate dahlias. It is interesting where these traits of ours come from. I also inherited my love of gardening from my grandmother, though I didn’t spend much time with her (being in another town). But I remember the garden. She was English, so maybe that explains something. My dad was also a gardener and was proudest of his strawbwrries and his dinerplate dahlias. It is interesting where these traits of ours come from.

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