Mater was my grandmother, my dad's mom. She and I had a very special relationship, especially since I am the only granddaughter. She taught me to cook and sew. She paid me to pick the dandelions out of her yard. (We were also paid .01 per bone in fish - this was to ensure we would slow down and look for the bones.) I stayed with her when I had the chicken pox in second grade. I was even with her one night, sleeping, when she had to call the paramedics - she went to the hospital and I went to my other grandparents'.
These are the things I remember.
Sewing on an old, wood, Singer. Learning to cook granola. How much she cherished the created world and poetry.
These are snapshots I carry of her.
The last Christmas present I every received from her was a brown, Gund, teddy bear. I still sleep with Teddy.
She died when I was nine.
There are times where I ache to have known her as an adult. To be able to sit and have adult conversations. I only have the perspective of a little girl and the grandmother I adored.
I do still have one thing. When my dad was in middle school he made a heart pendant for her in shop. It is clear plastic with a seam of red down the middle and hangs on a red velvet ribbon. I wear it every Valentine's Day.