This passage was my contribution to my grandmother’s eulogy. Request permission to reprint through the contact page.
If Grandma Thompson had been entered in a competition for “Best Grandmother,”she definitely would have made it to the finals and could easily have won the competition. Not only because she always had time for us, but because she was always thinking, planning…even scheming… what she could do next to amuse us.
My sister and I spent many summers on the farm to escape the mosquitoes after we moved to Northern Ontario. She made the farm a children’s paradise of things like going to the barn, feeding the chickens, picking at whatever was ready in the garden, playing on the rope swing which also happened to be the best climbing tree, or in the pool she set up for us or with the rabbits she got for us — which I only discovered many years later became dinner after we went home at the end of the summer. And it’s a bit superficial, but I can’t leave out that she introduced us to satelite tv and video games on the first home system ever.
Then there was the work she gave us so that she could give us spending money (and maybe keep us out of her hair for awhile): occasionally staining the house, sometimes pulling weeds, often painting the fence, and frequently cutting the grass. We were always paid for our efforts on Saturday, just before we went to the races with grandpa so we could buy treats and get grandpa to place our bets for us at the race track. Off the farm there were trips to places like Fisherman’s Cove, Wasaga Beach, and water slides, often with our cousins Rob and Todd who we didn’t get to see much since we lived so far away.
All through my life, she always seemed to be trying to figure out in what way could she help me next (sometimes whether I wanted it or not), and I am just one of the many for which she was doing the same. She was quite possibly the “busiest” woman I’ve ever known!