- Walt Whitman, Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
A dark urn of walnut wood sits on the carpet surrounded by
plastic, furry and felt toys. It’s a somber piece that looks strange
alongside the jumble of bright, primary colors. Children’s toys scream out for
attention. The urn, on the other hand, draws you in with its quiet energy, like
a fetish.
It has drawn Claire in. She pulls off the top by its bulky knob, puts blocks inside. Closes it, again and again.
It has drawn Claire in. She pulls off the top by its bulky knob, puts blocks inside. Closes it, again and again.
I had mixed feelings about letting her play with it. She’s
rough, dinging it up. She has yet to learn its significance to me. The piece sat
on a bookshelf to be contemplated; I thought it remained out of her reach. Or maybe that’s what I pretended to believe. Perhaps, I secretly wanted her to find it.
My grandfather made this urn. He died in 1996. I miss him,
and Claire will never meet him. When she touches the wood, I like to believe
that somewhere in its oils rests grandpa's DNA and that Claire is
coming under his influence.
Grandpa and Me |
She has his eyebrows. I wish for her his gentleness, his
love of God, his good singing voice. He would have loved Claire so.
As I watch her, my mind drifts to my grandfather in his
“wood shop” (really the garage). He would start with a block of rough wood and turn it on a lathe, until it took on a refined shape and burnished
surface. The work required patience and concentration. Not unlike the work
required of a good relationship too.
I am honored to be a witness to these two
lives. I am sad that they will never come to know one another. The dark walnut
urn becomes the hand that reaches across the divide of generations and connects the two.
You write beautiful, evocative prose.
ReplyDeleteLovely piece, just beautiful! I like how the urn holds everything together. (I see you were special ed, my son has Downs and is in second grade at our local public school. Sadly my mom passed when I was pregnant with him.)
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Oh, you made me get misty. Well done. The beauty is that Claire will know him, through you. You've given your readers a beautiful introduction to a man you clearly loved. I love the photo - it adds to the spirit of your post.
ReplyDeleteFound you through My Froley blog hop (clicked your link because of the brilliant blog title) and have immediately become a devoted reader!
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This is beautiful!
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Oh, I miss my grandpa very much too. Beautiful post!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI am stopping by from Mommy Moments. Love for you to stop by and return the follow when you can. I am hosting Mom's Monday Mingle now. Love for you to link up!
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ReplyDeleteThis post was so beautifully written! I've added myself as a follower, and I'm sure I'll be back for more.
Anyway, it’s nice to "meet" you. I hope you can pop over to my blog and say hi sometime if you get the chance.
This is a lovely post - thanks so much for linking up :)
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That is a beautiful piece Rachel. I can imagine your grandad smiling, watching with awe as she played with the urn. He would have been so proud. Thats a lovely old photo too. Thankyou for linking up, I really enjoy the way you write :)
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WEll worth stopping by, except I need more tissue. My grand daughter was experimenting with taking tissues out and putting them back into the box.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story.
This is a beautiful post, made me think about my own grandpa! I'm your newest follower, just stopping by from the "Mom's Monday Mingle" blog hop. If ya get a chance, check out these blogs:
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This is so beautiful! I love that photo!
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Leslie
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Thank you everyone for your generous comments! I'm overwhelmed by the love. Grandpa is too!
ReplyDeleteOh what a beautiful post. I never met there of my grandfathers, and my grandmothers also died with I was quite young. It's sad really.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your personal history.
Deletei found your blog thru the naptime review mom's monday mingle and now follow thru gfc. thanks, dear!
ReplyDeleteYou are an incredible writer. How beautiful this piece of your very personal history and the reflection of the past to the present and how it all is interwoven. I'm glad you shared and linked it up to the Empowered Living Tuesday hop.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words.
DeleteBeautiful post! I miss my grandfather every day (he passed in 1998). I also have small tokens of him and my grandmother all over my house. Thanks for the sweet post that totally took me back to all the wonderful memories of my sweet grandfather.
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking this up to The Sunday Parenting Party...so glad I found your blog!
I love living with things that remind me of family members who are gone. So much more valuable to me than a chair I had reupholstered or the matching curtains! Thanks for sharing!
DeleteThat is so beautiful Rachel, and the perfect piece to link up today. Nice to "hear " your voice again this week. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Stephanie. Your words mean a lot!
DeleteBeautiful. I can only imagine the stories you will be able to share with your daughter, as she grows up, about your grandpa. Visiting today via TALU.
ReplyDeleteHe was so special to me! I hope she can come to know him through me.
DeleteIt is really weird when you stop to think about all of the most important people in your lives and that not all of them know each other. Whenever my grandfather comes up in conversation (passed when I was 12), I am reminded that my brother-in-law never knew him. It seems like he has been in our lives forever, so surely "Grampy" was a part of his life too?!?
ReplyDeleteI realize it's not the same because your Dad actually made the urn, but I always felt the same way about our oriental rugs. We're Armenian, and our grandfather used to be a buyer for Jordan Marsh (an old dept store), so he would travel the world researching and selecting rugs to bring back. I still have ratty old little scatter rugs I can't bear to part with because to me, it would feel like kicking him out. :( [#TALU]
LOVE this story! Thank you for sharing. I also love the connection to your grandma on your site. It's really beautiful and touching.
DeleteThis is absolutely beautiful. I have a 'Claire' also :-)
ReplyDeleteThey will meet again, and it will be a glorious reunion.
So glad I found your blog via TALU.
Your newest follower,
Denise Learning 2 Walk Again
Aw! I like that idea! Go, Claire's!
DeleteBeautiful, Rachel! I think I missed this the first time around. So so glad I found it now. Chills. And wonderful photo of you with your grandfather.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. And such an amazing tribute to your grandfather. Something tells us that he is watching Claire and smiling from above.-The Dose Girls
ReplyDeleteThis post is beautiful. My son was only 18 months old when my grandfather passed away, I see my grandfather in the twinkle in my son's eyes and the way he grins when he is up to mischief. :)
ReplyDeleteVisiting from our Ladies Only Blog Share! This is beautiful! No doubt in my mind that Claire will know your grandfather through you. I bet you have a lot of stories to share!
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