A Boy, a Ball and a Book

 

 

It all began on the front porch of a Seaside cottage in Florida. A curly-headedbaby toddled his way back and forth, rolling a ball first to his Grandmama and then to his Nee Nee. His giggly little roll and shuffle dance reflected the love that bounced off of the two adoring women and landed permanently in my heart’s toy-chest.

Then he wandered over to his Grandmama and asked for his blankie and a nap. I was somewhat surprised because I could not recall him ever wanting to nap at my house. When I saw her gently plop him down on her soft, fluffy, pillow-loaded bed and watched the unfolding of their ritual of reading stacks of books, singing songs, placing his blankie just so, and tucking in a monkey and a truck, it all made perfect sense. Surprisingly, I felt no tinge of jealousy, just profound gratitude that Cole had been blessed to have two grandmother’s whom would pour un-conditional love and affirmation into his life.

That one day created in me an inexplicable desire to capture the “play” between children and their grandparents. Simple activities miraculously pass through the creases of reality and transform into a wonder-filled, magical world.

If you are a grandmother,* have a grandmother, know a grandmother, or remember a grandmother, then you know what I mean.

* (or grandfather)

5 years later, it’s almost here!…….Grandmama’s World – the app

Stop by for a visit

www.grandmamasworld.com

I lost and found Ella

The musical chamber of my heart was aching for a melody which was drifting  around somewhere in my mind space.  At first, a little persistent tune humming its way through.  Then a few melodic phrases; “silver buttons all down her back, to see the elephant jump the fence, she jumped so high she touched the sky.”  Finally, Miss Mary Mack, all dressed in black came streaming from my mouth while the rest of me folded clothes and did numerous chore things.

The voice I tried to imitate when I warbled belonged to a wonderful children’s folk singer from Chicago whose name, for the life of me, I could not recall.  I was however, able to  instantly remember every word to every song from her album which played over and over on the plastic record player when my children were young.  As grandmothers often do, I obsessed over making sure that my grandchildren know this woman and her uniquely warm, giggly, fun, beautiful, interactive, music.

Google and I found her – Ella Jenkins!  Need I say how thrilled I am?  I even found a few YouTube videos of this grand lady, her Website, Facebook page and a picture of the beloved album cover along with how to order the CD on Amazon.com.  It’s times like these that I really love technology.  Guess what my grandchildren are getting for Christmas?