G is for Grandma Woehr

I had AMAZING grandparents and I was blessed to live in the same small town with both sets of grandparents. I haven't met many people over the years who grew up in that circumstance with all their grandparents so close. Needless to say, my grandparents played an integral role in my life. Especially my Grandmother Woehr, who was a tireless example of love, selflessness, and service to others.

I have so many wonderful memories of my grandmother, this little stooped over woman with a white bun and blazing personality. She was the one who sat by my side while I learned to play the piano. She would come over every day and sit beside me while I practiced my piano pieces. And she was strict! She made sure I did it correctly and didn't quit until I had it right. Eventually, I moved past the point where she could help me, but looking back, I realize the sacrifice she gave of her time to help me become a better piano player.

Another favorite memory was the way Grandma Woehr referred to her friends who weren't as "lively" as she was. She called them "old ladies." She was always telling me how she took homemade bread to her "old lady" friend, or how she took one of the "old ladies" to her doctor's appointment. Her words gave me a good chuckle because she didn't seem to think she needed to include herself in that description. Heaven's no! She wasn't old even if she was almost ninety years old herself!

My grandmother made the best bread in the world. Seriously, I have never tasted bread as good since. And unfortunately for me, she hoarded the recipe and never shared it with any of her granddaughters adamantly saying that her bread was too much work to make. I really think she just wanted all the bragging rights.

The crazy thing is that I don't think I truly appreciated the woman she was until I was older and it was too late to tell her all the things I loved and admired about her. I'm sure she knows now, and hopefully she's looking down with a smile, proud of the woman I've become.