Grandma's Chair
  Attitude is
 A Droplet of
 Anti Poetry
volume 2
of the Heart
 I'll See You When
I Get There
 In Nowhere
 It Doesn't
Interest Me
 Letting Go Is
Hard To Do
 Life Is A
 Love Remains
 The Most Beautiful
 Play #4
 Reflections of
a Mother
 The Valley of
 White Cotton &
 Pink Ribbon
 With Friends
Like Me
 A Musical

In loving memory of Mother and Grandmother, Edith W. Reimer


Grandma's chair sits quiet in the corner of the living room, next to the light with the large magnifying lens. Books and crossword puzzles once easily mastered were more trying under that big lens. Her eyes, dimmed by the years, could not see as well as the eyes of her soul. Those eyes seemed to know what was heavy on our hearts when we were near. To be close to Grandma's chair was a comfort, when Grandma was sitting there.

In Grandma's chair were many small books read to us when we were young. The favor was returned when her eyes grew dim, by the grandchildren that sat on her lap to read the same book again and again ......... and again ...and again.  Hours would pass, but she never grew weary of holding her grandchild while they read the book ........ again. Her simple smile would encourage any who sat there to try their best and not to worry if they were to fail. Grandma's chair was always an encouragement, when Grandma was sitting there.

The most relaxing spot in the house was over by the corner in Grandma's chair.  After fixing meals for the harvest crew, you would often find her there. It was a place of rest when the Christmas meal was all prepared, waiting on relatives to arrive to share in the holiday meal. Grandma was not the only one who knew how relaxing was that chair. Mitzi or Daryl, John, Lance and even Lewis were caught more than once, after a Thanksgiving feast, reclining and snoring in that chair. Kodak moments and Memorex sounds you would not believe, came from that corner of the room. When the days grew long and the harvest drug on, you could find rest reclining in Grandma's chair.

Saturday nights before bedtime would find each young son sitting on her lap while she clipped nails and checked for clean hands and hair to make sure they had really been in the bath like she told them too.  Loving hugs were given out freely before we trotted off to sleep. As we grew older the love did not change, the same love and concern she gave us in birth, she gave us through the years. During times of growing pains and confusion, times of worry and times of tears, we would always return to Grandma's chair for tender, endless hugs, when she was sitting there

.More than once we shocked Grandma out of her chair. Kevin was more fair and freckled than her other two sons. She made him stay inside more than the other two boys to protect him from sunburn. . Kevin didn't understand why they got a dark tan in the sun while he got sunburned, and why he couldn't go outside as often as his brothers ... that is, until his older brother "explained" it to him.  It wasn't long after the short explanation by Daryl, that Mom jumped from her chair, ran to the back door,  to see what was wrong with Kevin. His lips covered with dirt and sand from the driveway, turned into mud on the inside of his mouth. "What in the world happened to you!" She screamed, running towards him as he stood on the back porch, trying to spit the awful dry tasting dirt out of his mouth. "Eating dirt to get a suntan like Daryl" Kevin simply replied. Her hand caught a hold of Daryl before he could back out of the kitchen. She marched him right over to the chair in the corner of the living room and bent him over her knee. Grandma's chair was strict about the Golden Rule, when she was sitting there.

It didn't take long for the wee grandchildren to discover that Grandma had a cookie jar hidden on the lazy-susan in the corner of the kitchen. Little feet scurried fast past Grandma's chair, Grandma would smile, knowing exactly where those tiny little feet were heading.  Before reaching their destination you could hear Grandma say, "Now, now, now,  you will spoil your dinner",  Another scheme would soon be devised to wait until Grandma was sleeping and then sneak to the jar.  Quietly they would tiptoe into the kitchen and silently lift the lid, but they could never fool Grandma nor silence the lid of the TIN cookie jar. Grandma would once again guide them away from their mischief.

Her wisdom was constant, guiding her sons through high school and college and various vocations in life.  When we were confused and didn't know what direction in life to take, you could find true guidance at Grandma's chair, when she was sitting there.

Grandma loved the holidays that brought her family together.  With Christmas wrapping paper strewn all over the floor and around her chair, from gifts given in love. She would proudly hand to the grandchildren ornaments for their tree. Angels for the girls. Kristin, Jennifer and Cassi. A rocking horse ornament for Kelly, a drummer boy for Seth and a truck for Mark. Stories and laughter filled the room when Grandma was there.  When she laughed she would laugh all over, her smile so big that her eyes would squint, and tears of laughter flooded the corners. Laughter filled the chair, when Grandma was sitting there.

In the early morning hours of October 7th, 1998, God whispered to Grandma, "Arise my child, your illness no longer has a hold on you".  Grandma rose from her chair to sit at the feet of Jesus. Grandma's chair was filled with comfort, encouragement, rest, endless hugs, and the Golden Rule, laced with gentle guidance and laughter. It sits quiet now, in the corner of the living room, next to the light with the large magnifying lens.  Grandma's love now lives in every heart who's life she touched.



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Created 7/20/97.... last updated 08/27/00\thelodge