Grandma's Butter Churn

I am lucky to have met all four of my great-grandparents on my mom's side and to remember three of them.  

My great grandma didn't have an easy life, but I remember her always being cheerful.  She loved to sit on her porch swing and look through photo albums, telling you all about each picture.  When she began to go blind, she continued her positive outlook and ordered books on tape so she could listen to them when she couldn't see to read the words.  Even with failing sight, she still made the best fried chicken.  Her hands must have remembered the steps after so many years of working in the kitchen.

So when my mom and her siblings were recently cleaning out my Grandad's house after his passing, I enthusiastically said "yes!" when she asked if I would like Grandma's butter churn.  Mom says all the grandchildren remember turning that handle to make butter.  I love knowing that it was something that Grandma had and used.

 This picture of her hangs in my kitchen.  A smile on her face, even as she went about a daily chore of feeding chickens.  I feel fortunate to have known her, and I'm glad to have her butter churn to remind me of her.