Sunday, July 16, 2006

Happy Birthday, Grandma

My family is in New Mexico for a few days to celebrate a very special birthday for my grandma. As part of the celebration we all wrote a memory to share. My letter relates to a childhood adventure – a day I will never forget.

Dear Grandma,
You have always been a special part of my life. I feel blessed that we lived only 30 minutes away from you during our Massachusetts years. I loved visiting Grandma’s house, and it was always special when you came to see us.

There is one event that is vivid in my memory. Mom was watching a neighbor girl, and we walked her up the street to the bus stop. Susanna was already an experienced bike rider, so she rode along. Do you remember the hill on Howard Street? While we waited at the intersection of Howard Street and Howard Place, Susanna sped down the hill. She went almost all the way down before turning and working her way up again.

That looked like fun! It had never occurred to me to do something like that before, but now I couldn’t resist. I ran back home, fetched my bike, and hurried back. I went peddling down the hill as fast as I could. It was exhilarating, and I was soon going faster than ever before. My bike continued to gain speed.

My ride soon passed from being exciting to terrifying. I was going too fast now, and I had no way to stop! I did not know how to use my breaks! I had never gone fast enough before to need them, and all instruction had failed to teach me how to stop by peddling backward. Even my usual method of braking with my feet on the ground would not work now. I was going too fast!

Gaining momentum, I went all the way down the hill, crossed Hutchinson Street, jumped the sidewalk, and slammed directly into the brick wall of the neighborhood grocery.

I had never been as frightened as I was at that moment. Here I was at the bottom of what seemed to be a very long hill, scraped up, and in terrible pain. My knee hurt and blood seeped from the fresh wound. Tears streamed down my face.

From my crumpled position on the sidewalk,I desperately looked up for help. What I saw filled me with comfort. I can still envision you running down the hill toward me. You were soon at my side.

Grandma had come to my rescue! You picked me up, sat me on my bike, and pushed me home. Your soothing voice and ready help comforted me, and you sat by me on the couch when we got back to the house.

You have always been a source of pleasure and love, Grandma. My best memories and vacations involve you. Your cooking is superb, your generosity is abundant, and your love for Jesus is exemplary. His love is evident in your life. You are the best Grandma in the world, and I am so glad that God blessed me with you! I love you!


Happy Birthday, Grandma!

2 comments:

Wholesome Works said...

Excellent story, Elizabeth!

What a comfort it is to see grandma coming to the rescue. :)

Happy Birthday to Elizabeth's Grandma!

Zacahary

Kaitlin said...

Grandmas are so awesome! I couldn't imagine the world without them!

Happy Birthday Elizabeth's Grandma!!