This will probably be my Monday morning post after every weekend that Addie has been here. When she first leaves, I sigh, sit down and relax for a minute. She keeps me hopping, that’s for sure.
She spent so much time at the spinning wheel. She was showing Chad how she did it and I heard her say “I don’t know why I love this thing so much!” Chad will probably be looking for a spinning wheel at the auctions he attends. He’s a funny guy. He was asking all about the fiber and wanted me to show him how I spin. He’s truly interested in all things crafty . . though I don’t see him sitting and spinning but I do appreciate his interest in my craft.
Sitting in my chair knitting last night and feeling so . . not lonely but just missing Addie, her chatter, her excitement about everything . . my mind drifted, as it so often does.
My grandparents lived in a very rural area with no close neighbors. The closest neighbors were my grandpa’s sister and brother, and their families and they were probably two miles down the road. No phones. No TV. An old radio that provided Lawrence Welk on Saturday night. I sometimes think it was a lonely existence but maybe if that’s all you’ve ever really known . . maybe it isn’t lonely.
I’ve mentioned before that we went up there (2 hours from us) every weekend. My uncle and his wife went every weekend (same 2 hours) but they stayed with his in-laws and would come by to visit my grandparents.
My grandparents had hard lives. They grew most of their food, raised chickens, pigs, cows . . not many . . there were usually a couple of pigs for butchering each year, Spot, the milk cow and a calf raised for beef. My grandpa had a job with the Forestry Department so he left for work every day and my grandma was left home to take care of the animals, do most of the gardening, canning, cooking, baking, laundry, etc.
My grandma looked so forward to us driving up on Friday evening. In the winter, it would sometimes be close to dark when we got there and Sunday we would leave mid-afternoon. I’ve mentioned this before too but I remember my grandma standing at the gate every Sunday afternoon, waving with tears streaming down her face.
I think I know how she felt! I can’t imagine her walking back into that empty house after mom, dad, myself and my sister had been there for the weekend, knowing she’d be totally by herself most of the rest of the week.
These thoughts make me even more thankful to be in Missouri. Being 45 minutes from Chad and his family is a world closer than being 10 hours away.
Last night I was looking at the weather and as much as I want him to be here, I told Vince it’s a good thing he wasn’t planning to come this week since there may be some icy roads in western OK. The weather always had the final say in whether I got to make the trips as scheduled.
I suppose Sunday evenings, after Addie has left . . that’s the time when I’m most thankful that we’ll soon be spending 100% of our time closer to them. I hope I never forget to be thankful that we’re making this move. As I’ve also mentioned before, this wasn’t a move Vince really wanted to make but he knows how important it was for me and I so much appreciate what he has done and is doing to make this happen.