A Grandma's Memory

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The simple bowl is deep cherry wood with a silver rimmed bottom that reflects my face upside down as a result of the polishing it has received over the years. The grain is worn, but still radiates the strength of the tree that it came from. As I run my finger over the inside of the cavernous salad bowl, it picks up some of the olive oil residue from the homemade Italian dressing that has seeped into every little grain of the bowl over years of use. Never subject to washings; we only wiped it out with a paper towel, to better flavor the crisp Boston bibb lettuce salads that it delivered at every family dinner. Just as the wood bowl, my grandmother was weathered and cracked by the trials of life. I could not be around her without leaving with a trace of her inner wisdom that came from experiencing life. And like the bowl, she delivered savory moments of life that left us yearning for more.

When my grandmother died this bowl was the one thing I wanted. An avid jewelry collector, my grandmother owned a large collection of beautiful jewelry. As the oldest granddaughter, I was entitled to receive some of her jewelry. However, my thoughts continued to reflect on the old cherry salad bowl. The salad bowl reflects my grandma like no precious stone or gold necklace can. My grandma is a functional, no-nonsense person. I always knew I could obtain an honest, if not blunt, opinion from her. And yet I always felt her love and concern for my well being and success.

Receiving clothing for birthdays and Christmas is never cool when you are young. However, I never minded getting clothes from my grandparents. My grandma always picked out the coolest name brand clothes. I looked forward to each Christmas or birthday morning running downstairs...

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...t losing my grandma, my only comfort is to know I will see her again. Being some one who forgets past ill feelings easily over time, I don't dwell on her death, but I do think of her often. Also, not being an overly emotional person, I seldom cry. However, it felt renewing to cry as I remembered my grandma as I wrote this paper. I think now I would love to go to the temple and be baptized for her. That is the best thing I could do to show my love for her. It would also give me a better chance of seeing her for a long time when I join her on the other side.

What I most look forward to is having that cherry salad bowl to dish up some Boston bibb lettuce with homemade Italian dressing and Roquefort cheese. It represents the love I had for my grandma and the hope I have to cater love for my future family as we sit around a dinner table and enjoy our lives together.

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