I love linking today with
Jen and this sisterhood here:
I have finished the blocks in memory of my Grandma Marj.
Here is an excerpt from a little essay
I wrote of my memories with her:
After school in the breakfast room, over a glass of apple cider, a wooden bowl holding Triscuts , and a date-filled cookie, I remember Grandma Marj saying, “This morning I saw what I thought was a flock of cedar waxwings in the ash tree, Jodi, but when I looked it up, I found that they were Bohemian waxwings.” She spoke to me at six years old, like I was an Orinthology student in grad school, like I knew without a doubt what a unique treasure it was to have waxwings in the front yard. And, of course, I eagerly responded with a mirror of her reserved excitement as she so precisely pointed out the differences between Bohemian and cedar waxwings as illustrated in her well-worn green covered Field Guide to Western Birds by Roger Tory Peterson. She also noted the comparison information from her Birds of North America Golden Field Guide.
Yet, not knowing how to identify a waxwing earlier that day did not stop me from peering through the glass of the living room window at the Bohemian waxwings with wide-eyed fascination and delight. If Grandma Marj had never pointed them out, I would have missed them. The significance in this was not just that she told me the bird’s name, nor even the extravagant beauty of the bird. Because a waxwing is just brown, with a
black mask over its eyes and a crested head—like a cardinal but tan instead of red. The significance was the way that she spoke to me. It was the care, precision, interest and time that she took with me. It was a relationship of appreciation between Grandma Marj, myself and the birds. It could not be separated.
And so, it was with sweet memories that I put these art blocks together . . .
copyright 2011 Jodene (Jodi) Shaw.