A Grand Legacy
I grew up one street away from my dad's folks. A stone's throw, a hop, skip, and a jump away - though usually I just rode my bike.
They were always very attentive and welcoming. As a child, I spent many a night at their home and I loved it! Grandma baked and sewed with me. Grandpa played dominoes with me & took me on "dates" (to grab a pizza or play 9 holes - a.k.a. Jessica's opportunity to drive the golf cart.) Because of their attentiveness to my brothers and I, we grew up very close to them.
I recently had the opportunity to take a few pictures of the life that my grandparents built together:
So after I left the office, I ventured over to Grandpa's house. Our visit began in the kitchen and I noticed his cup of coffee from breakfast. I was reminded where I get my love of coffee. To these people, coffee is to morning what butter is to bread, and the good kind. The kind fresh out of the oven that still has pockets of steam when you cut it that are perfect for melting a slab of sweet cream butter!
But this is her chair. It's been her chair as long as I can remember and I am warm and fuzzy about the way it looks as though she just got up out of it.
Because my Uncle Wayne (God rest his soul) passed away when I was a toddler. He was a pilot and his plane went down. His grieving widow took his collection of drill bits and gold-plated them. Then she wired them to be lamps and gave a set to her mourning in-laws. Now these lamps are treasured pieces and Uncle Wayne's light shines through the lamplight.
Here, I see my Dad, Grandma Mom (Grandpa's Grandma), James Thomas Lemons (his daddy), his mama, and Grandma's mother.
Jessica Lemons-Reynolds maintains exclusive copyrights to the photographs displayed in this post. If you would like to save an image or obtain a print, please ask permission as these are my grandparents and these photographs are my personal work - my personal therapy. Thank you!