Grandparents day was on the 12th of September. We are almost exactly a month late in posting this; however, we feel it is never too late to thank those who have done so much for us. We love you all!
Grandma and Grandpa Porter
I have so many memories of my Grandpa and Grandpa Porter. I remember sleeping over at their house with cousins and playing hide-n-seek. That was my favorite. I always hid in the same spot, and so did grandpa, but we still had fun.
I also remember going camping and fishing with them. Yes, Wyoming was the spot. I love Wyoming and everything that goes with it: the Snake River, the swimming,the fishing, the canoeing, eating the fish and you get the point. In fact, I already wrote about this a few weeks ago.
I will always remember my grandma's contagious laugh and the stories as well as the memorized poems that my grandpa told around the campfire.
One of grandpa's poems
I don't
My parents say I must not smoke,
I don't
Nor listen to a naughty joke.
I don't
They make it clear that I must not
think about intoxicating drink.
I don't
To dance and flirt is even wrong.
I don't
Some chase women, wine, and song.
I don't
I kiss no girls, not even one.
I don't even know how it is done.
You wouldn't think I had much fun.
I don't
Grandma and Grandpa Cottrell
I spent a lot of time with my Grandma and Grandpa Cottrell. So even though they have both been gone for a few years now, I have very poignant memories of my time with them.
I remember playing jewelry store with my grandma and listening to records. I also remember all of the delicious food, especially the soups, that she would make. Some of it was for us, but most of it was for the neighbors. That's how my grandma was, always looking for someone she could serve. I love her for it.
My grandpa would have us work in the garden with him and pick the fruit from the abundance of fruit trees. My grandpa also took time to help me learn how to draw. I still love to draw and I think my grandpa helped me to realize that talent of love for art. Before my grandpa died he wrote a three page little booklet for his grandkids.
Here are some suggestions from it.
Be kind. Remember that those around us suffer from loneliness, experience failure, struggle to pay bills, worry about health problems and are often weighted with trouble. I ask you--be kind. It is the greatest gift you can give and it costs you nothing.
Pray not for things, but for wisdom and courage.
Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly.
Love, Elyse
Memory with Grandma Pessetto
When I was about 15 I remember having a family reunion in Wyoming. We rented four wheelers and
rode all over the place. Every time we came back to the cabin, Grandma was happy to hear about our
adventures and to make sure we had enough food to eat. We also played games around a camp fire and
had a lot of fun being together as a family.
Memory with Nana and Poppy
One of the many little-kid memories I have is of sleeping over at Nana and Poppy’s house in a tent!
Nate, Devin, and I were the first to use it. After a hard day of playing in the yard and jumping on the
neighbor’s trampoline, Poppy set up a red tent that looked large enough to sleep ten. I brought in my
sleeping bag and was all ready to crawl in when, to my surprise, Poppy brought in a cot. I had never seen
a cot inside a tent and wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. Poppy explained that you sleep on it and I,
after some hesitation, repositioned and crawled into my sleeping bag.
The next morning Nana and Poppy made waffles and let us put as much syrup as we wanted on them. I
purposefully made a waffle island in a sea of syrup and ate every last drop. It was a great weekend.
Love, Steve
