Tracey over at Nine Acres did this really cool post about inherited treasures. She suggested that if we, her readers, had a treasure from a grandparent to photograph it and make a post. I decided to participate!
My maternal grandparents were very involved in my life. I adored them. I'm very thankful they were always there for me. They are both gone now, but the treasures I have from them are many. I have china, serving platters, jewelry, books as well as many other items all worthy of a post. However my most precious treasure is this charcoal drawing.
This drawing always hung in a place of prominence at my grandparents house. When I was a kid I always thought it was a photo of my grandpa. They used to dress boys in weird clothes in the old days! It wasn't until I was an adult that I found out it was a charcoal drawing of my great-grandma as a child. My great grandparents died before I was born so I never got to know them.
When I was pregnant with Dancing Daughter I thought about my grandpa a lot. He had died five years prior to that pregnancy, but I just felt he was always with me during that time. Handy Man and I were having a hard time agreeing on a girls name. One day I was looking out the window, not really thinking about anything and the name Emma popped into my head. It was one of those "whoa" moments when I knew that had to be my soon to be born daughter's name. Handy Man was not as convinced as I was, my mind was made up, I was just waiting for him to catch up.
The whole time I was in labor I felt my grandpa's presence. I just felt like he was watching out for me and waiting for the baby to be born. When she was finally born after too many hours and a major complication for a different post, Handy Man brought her to me and said, "Here is your Emma Christine." She looked up at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and I gasped thinking, that is the same twinkle my grandpa had in his eye.
Now you might all think that's wonderful she taking after her great-grandpa, but they are not related. My mom was adopted. There was none of his DNA to pass on to her. It was at that point that this non-religious person knew that my grandpa was my daughter's guardian angel.
About three months later I was talking to my mom about my then very elderly grandma. They had been having the "who gets what when I die" conversation. My mom and I each had things we were attached to. My mom was very hurt because my grandma wanted to "give the charcoal drawing of grandma back to the Wyatts, since you are not a blood Wyatt... It should stay in the family." After my mortification that my grandma said that to my mom (my grandma had issues) it hit me that it wasn't a drawing of my grandpa like I always thought.
Me: Mom, who is that a drawing of?!!
Mom: It's your great-grandma Emma
Me: WHAT?! Grandpa's mom's name was Emma??!!
Mom: Yes, why?
Me: I didn't know that. Why didn't anyone ever tell me that?!
Mom: I thought you knew.
Me: Seriously?! All this time I have a baby girl named Emma and no one mentioned the connection to me?
Pfffttt... Families!
I'm going to do another post about how horrible my grandma treated my mom, but for now let's just say I made sure that drawing stayed with us when my grandma died. I'm convinced my grandpa named my daughter. That drawing will stay in our family for generations along with this story. Emma and I talk about her great-grandpa a lot. He would have LOVED her. He was a dancer too. He had a great smile, just like her, he used to drive my grandma crazy with his energy, the same way Emma drives me crazy. He was an avid reader, just like Emma. He loved kids, Emma loves kids. Who knows, maybe there is a little piece of him in her after all!
The first thing I moved into our new house was that drawing. I put it on the mantle and it has stayed there every day since.
Do you have any inherited treasures or is there an item you are looking forward to inheriting?