Remembering
May 22nd, 2006 at 1:05 am (Musings)
My mother returned to Tyler this weekend to help my grandmother pack up her home and move back to Pennsylvania (she’s a snowbird from the north, spending the colder months in East Texas near where she grew up, and the warmer ones in Wellsboro, PA, the town to which she followed my grandfather). She’s doing much better.
My mother came back with canned food from my grandmother’s pantries, as well as photographs of my great grandmother’s old house and a seventy-year-old watch that once belonged to her.
We always drive by Grandma Chapman’s house when we visit my grandmother or my great aunts and uncles in Tyler, but there are usually people milling about out on the porch, so we never get a good, long look. It’s usually the most exhilarating - and, ultimately, depressing - part of the trip. Why? The house is full of both dreams and problems….
My grandmother, Annie Jo (Chapman) Howey Thomas
The road leading up to Grandma Chapman’s house
And the house, itself
The barn
It was difficult to look at the photos, I’ll admit. And holding my great grandmother’s watch in my hands was… I don’t know - surreal and sweet? I’ll search out a watch repair shop tomorrow to get it fixed and cleaned. Then, as much as I’d like to wear it, I’ll probably just keep it in its case…. I’m allergic to metal, so I’m not sure that there’s any way I can wear it without breaking out in a rash. Paint the entire back with clear nail polish? Or is there some sort of sealant I can apply to it? Hmm….





