I never knew how it started, but my grandma's didn't really have their own identity. They took on not only their husbands last names, but their first also. So Clara wasn't Grandma Clara or Grandma Ketterer. She was Grandma Bob. With two sets of grandparents on my moms side, it was easy for us kids to identify which grandparents were being referred to. Her parents - Grandpa and Grandma Bob or her grandparents - Grandpa and Grandma Pete.
That tradition also carried over to my dads side. And that made Velma simply, Grandma Ray.
I've been thinking a lot about my Grandma's lately. I wonder about their lives and wish I would have had the insight to ask more questions and really get to know them while they were still alive.
The other day, my Grandpa told Chad I was a lot like Clara. Am I? I hope so. I also hope I'm like Velma. I think I am. I can see how lessons they taught me have impacted my life. And I think I am passing on some of those lessons to my grand-kids.
In my next posts, I'll share my two grandma's with you. They were very special women. I think you'll like them.
