The picture below is all that remains of a beautiful painting my Grandma painted . In the winter of 1979 my Grandma was snowed in on this very farm during a snowstorm. To pass the time, she painted this beautiful painting of the farm she was living on.
I am still awed by her talent.
This farm was where I grew up. I moved around often as a child. This farm was my stability. My Grandma and step-Grandpa bought it when I was still a toddler. So many memories from my childhood are centered around this place.
The painting was destroyed later. It saddened me to think that it was lost. The other day I was going through summer of the boxes stored in my attic of my Grandmother's things. In one of the photo albums, I found a Polaroid of the painting. Tears came to my eyes as I saw it, an old friend I hadn't seen in over 25 years.
The painting hung in the dining room of my Grandma's farm. I saw it every time I was there, which was as often as I could. I ran on that grass, climbed in that barn, watched countless sunsets over the field across the street, built forts in the front corn crib, and ate amazing family meals in the kitchen of that yellow house.
Never in life have I felt as I did at Grandma's farm. Grandma was the quintessential homemaker. She loved and doted on her family. She made an amazing, warm atmosphere at the farm that I'll cherish forever, that I long to create in my home for my loved ones.
Grandma wasn't perfect, but she was special to me. Always holding a positive light and attitude, she was special to everyone.
I have a bunch of copies to make of the picture I found, as so many long to have a copy of Grandma's painting. For myself, I would like a larger print or possibly a canvas copy to hang in my home. I would love to tell my children about their Great-Grandmother and my life growing up on her farm.
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