It's funny, isn't it - what we treasure that belonged to our grandparents?
I absolutely completely loved Steve's grandma Mary. When she died after a long illness, she had made it a wish that certain items went to certain family members. Steve for instance, got the table and hutch where he used to do his homework when he was a little boy. Then everyone, even the wives of her grandchildren, got to pick a personal item.
I knew what I wanted. I was pretty sure that no one else would think of it and I knew exactly where she kept it... Everyone got their items, I think I was the last one. I can distinctly remember my idiot sister in law bolting from room to room, pawing thru the jewelry... Whatta pig...
When it was my turn, I walked into the back room and picked up the old mechanical type-writer. Grandma Mary had typed every note, every Christmas card and every recipe she ever shared with that device in her life mission of the bearer of kinship. It was her most used tool.
It weighs a ton and I can't type on it. But it's hers and I'll drag it around with pleasure for the rest of my life. Miss ya grandma!
angela