Saturday, September 10, 2011

my grandfather-fred jackson leonard

I was looking through some old pictures I had, and came across these of my grandfather and I.  I loved that man.  He made the BEST buckwheat pancakes in the world!  He called me baby and was a gentle soul with an infectious laugh!  He had a beautiful garden full of flowers, but what I most remember are his orange poppies and his dichondra lawn.  It looked like clover.  We were allowed to do most anything, BUT play on that grass!  He also raised bees in the backyard and we always had fresh honey with honeycomb to slather on the homemade bisquits.  He was half Choctow Indian and could tell the best stories.  Somewhere I still have his "old grasshopper" story.  He lived to be 104 years old.




                             1955                                                       1959

 Grampa, tell me 'bout the good ole days.


an art journal page i finished today.

his garden of orange poppies swayed in the summer breeze.



I hope you are all enjoying your Saturday!  xo






  

10 comments:

Jodi Ohl said...

Such beautiful memories of your Grandfather! I can relate...my Grandpa used to pick me up from school every day, we'd stop by the store, run down to the lake, check out the fishing, work in his woodshop, I'd go next store for piano lessons and then we'd either play cards or have dinner at least 3 x or so a week. Memories I'll always cherish :)

Kristin said...

Such a gorgeous post Carlanda ...such special memories...I too have such fond memories of my Grandparents...Thank you for sharing and thank you for making me remember those special moments :-) xo

Jennifer Valentine said...

Carlanda, I love the memories that you spoke of...how amazing to have such a grandfather....I too have very fond memories,of mine...and he was quite the "lawn keeper" as well....the smell of a certain cigar always brings me back to him....
I love your art journal page! just beautiful!

joanne said...

such beautiful memories, photographs and tribute page in your art journal... thank you for sharing your tenderness and love, something he obviously passed down to you.

jodi said...

You and I have similar grandparent memories. I had one grampa with dichondra grass~that we couldn't play on. : ) The other had the bees, honey and honey comb and ate buckwheats every morning for breakfast! Love you my friend!

dellerd said...

Oh how lucky you are to of had a Grandpa to remember with such fond memories. I was not lucky in the Grandfather department, they both died before I was born. Wasn't lucky in the parents department either. So hold close your memories because you were truly fortunate to of had him in your life and now the fond memories.

Marlene said...

i know he is looking down and smiling saying I did a good job with that girl. She is happy and smart and is a wonderful friend. XOXO

Lyn said...

Such special memories...thank goodness for grandparents eh? I have wonderful memories of my Nan and Grampy....they were my childhood. I found an old photo of me and Grampy and I have the exact same hairstyle as you Carly!!

trisha too said...

Wonderful memories, and lovely journal pages!

:)

Carolyn said...

I loved reading this, it brought back memories of my grandfather who i called Pa.He had a pianola in the loungeroom which i loved sitting at working the pedals so I could listen to the music.He also had a little white fluffy dog called chinney, who wouldn't leave his site when was sick. Thanks for sharing your memories :)