Grannie Annie Family Stories

I recently read Volume 2 of The Grannie Annie – A Family Story Celebration, put together by Connie McIntyre and Fran Hamilton, and was so touched by the many beautiful stories written by children about members of their families. The last couple years, these ladies have held a contest for any child in grades 4-8 or any homeschooled child ages 9-14 to submit a story about one of their family members. They collect their favorites (and the illustrations) to go into the next volume of The Grannie Annie family story book. I was so impressed with the kids’ writings, which Fran told me are not edited by her or Connie.

There is quite a gamut of story types, from the girl whose family was denied boarding the Titanic due to her brother’s pinkeye to a seven-year-old Vietnamese girl responsible for cooking, cleaning and babysitting while her parents worked long hours during the day and into the night. There is a more modern-day story of a teen trying to keep her family together and having to drop out of school to care for her mother and siblings only to have a miracle happen to change their lives around. You can tell these stories are written by kids, but they are sweet, funny, exciting, and most definitely educational. The best part is that so many of the child writers commented at the end of their stories how close they felt to their parent or grandparent, or, in one case, how grateful they were that their “tenth-great-grandfather” survived his fall out of the Mayflower. This book belongs in every school classroom as a source of sample writing of personal narratives and for students to learn of the fascinating lives that parents, grandparents and other elders have had.

The deadline for the next Grannie Annie contest is February 14, 2008. See The Grannie Annie website for more details on how to enter and to read some of the stories from Volume 2. Even if your classroom or your child doesn’t enter the contest, it is worthwhile to read these stories together and discover the value of our elders as storytellers and keepers of history.

The real-life Grannie Annie, Ann Guirreri Cutler, comments about her own life, “By sharing their stories, Gramma and Mom created a sense of family, a sense of closeness and security, that will stay with me forever.”

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Taking Down the Christmas Tree Blues

I took down the Christmas tree yesterday. It is a nostalgic event for me. I like to do it at night, with the tree lit for the last time. I admire each ornament as I put it back into its little box or in its wrappings and I think of where we got it, or who bought it for us, and when. I feel closer to my relatives, who are a little too far away for my liking, and to our pasts together and the love that binds us.

My husband threw the naked tree near the end of the driveway to await Monday’s trash pickup. Not long ago it had been a beautiful living thing thirsting for water, spilling its cedar scent, delighting us with soft branches hiding tiny glowing lights that gave shape and shimmer to precious ornaments nestled in dark enclaves. Now it joined other stripped trees dumped along the roadside, abandoned as they faded and turned brittle and became old and out-of-season. It gives me a sense of sadness to see these once glorious symbols of joy and excitement now discarded.

The magic of the holidays has left us, but hopefully we have felt renewed and restored by the happiness and the meaning behind the celebrations. Christmas is about love. “And love is not a seasonal thing.”*

Have a blessed new year!


*from Pastor Sue Mitch

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Old Letters from WWII

During our holiday visit with my in-laws, after we had enjoyed mulling over old family photos, my mother-in-law brought out several piles of worn, yellowed envelopes tied together with string—letters written by her father to her mother after he was sent off for duty in WWII. The letters were addressed “To my wife and babies,” as the oldest child was only about five at the time. He worried about his wife left to care for the three children and the farm by herself, and so wrote every two or three days.

I only had time to read a handful of letters, but I know they are all treasures to savor. Not just for the old war-era stamps, the musty antique postcards, the “censored by U.S. Military” markings, but because they hold bits of personal history and the heartfelt handwriting of someone dear. I will be spending my next visits reading through these letters, discovering the man my husband’s grandfather was, and discovering what training and war duty was like from a very personal perspective.

Fortunately PawPaw survived his tour of duty working on a supply ship in the Mediterranean, but he refused to speak of his experiences during the War. Whatever he saw was something he chose to try to blot out of his life. I knew him as a slow-moving, gentle old man in farmers’ overalls, a good-natured man of the earth whose eyes twinkled while he told used jokes I couldn’t help but laugh at. I will be pleased to get to know him better, even though he is no longer with us.

“Make the moments matter, for the memories you give will be with them forever.”

– From 2007 holiday artwork by D. Morgan, used by Veterans of Foreign Wars.
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