A Granddaughter’s Tribute

Please see the beautiful tribute given by my friend, Ellie.  I have adapted it to fit here.  It is certainly instructive for grandparents as to what will be remembered by our grandchildren.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.  Blessings, Pam.

I am Ellie, one of Penny’s granddaughters. To me, however, her name is Mimi.

Most of us knew Mimi in her adult life. She was kind, thoughtful and loving. But I’ve heard stories of her childhood and she was a little stinker! Her father was a Methodist minister and in her eyes he was second only to God himself. She would always talk about how challenging it was to be in the family of a minister. The ladies of the church would raise their eyebrows if she were to play cards, and they weren’t even gambling! She had to beg her daddy to let her attend any dance. The one time he relented thinking no one would see her, she got her picture in the paper!

I have my own memories of her that I’m sure I share with many of you.

I remember Mimi working at Bob Bell’s pharmacy and would make coffee for Becky and me. It was mostly half and half with several sugar cubes and a little splash of coffee.

I remember Mimi and Papa dancing to the Lawrence Welk show in their bedroom.

I remember her “party food”. Butter brickle bread. Cucumber sandwiches. Fruit tea. She couldn’t make too much else though. I remember Uncle John teasing her about how she would burn the toast right as the smoke alarm went off!

I remember the smell of tea rose perfume.

I remember her bedtime ritual of hairpin curls and ponds face cream.

I remember sitting on that pew and watching her worship. Most Sundays, I sat right beside her. Many times I wouldn’t say the Lord’s Prayer so that I could hear her say it. She had the most lovely praying voice.

I remember 3 minute eggs and tomato slices for breakfast.

I remember Mimi was such a social butterfly. She was a member of the Book Club, the Sewing Club, the Merry Methodists and the YYs. Once I asked her what book she was reading in book club and she said they stopped reading books a long time ago! I never saw her sew anything either. I always wondered what happened at those meetings.

I remember her teaching my senior high Sunday School class.

I remember how every morning she would do her Upper Room Devotional. If you happened to be there, you did it too!

I remember Glen proposing to me in her house on Easter Sunday.

I remember how grateful she was. When the disease started to take its’ toll, two things held out the longest. First of all her manners. She would thank you profusely for the smallest kindness and she meant it every time she said it. The other thing was the name “darling”. It was her term of endearment. When she could no longer remember our names, she could still call us “darling.”

I remember her daily attendance of the McDonald’s coffee bunch. Sometimes twice a day. Most times twice a day.

I remember watching her bounce my first baby on her knee.

I remember Mimi having to pick up Becky from the Jr. High because her shorts were too short. She got so mad at Betty Denton because, “I don’t care what the rule is, she’s looks cute as a button!”

I remember cards for every holiday, with every word underlined three times.

I remember her loyalty. You wouldn’t doubt it for a minute if you ever saw her at one of Clayton’s ball games. She was, without a doubt, the loudest one in the stands. She was also a loyal fan of UT and Vandy. She would get so worked up she couldn’t watch the game and would call dad multiple times asking for the score. Andy, Becky and I had it the best though. She came to every band concert, school play, scout ceremony, dance recital and Strawberry Festival.

I remember Easter Egg Hunts in her yard.

I remember driving with her to Jackson, MS to see uncle Jim’s ordination. I was 17 and she was 77. I’m not sure which of us was the better driver but it was an exciting trip.

When Papa, or Bill, died, I was 16 years old and full of teenage angst. I spent the night with Mimi a lot in my high school years and I even slept in the bed with her. She was such a comfort to me and those days were precious. I heard her pray for each of her children, grandchildren and probably most of you by name each night.

Years ago, Mimi wrote a letter of all things she wanted her grandchildren have. Most of it was about her jewelry because you know she was always dressed to the nines! But the most important part was what was closest to her heart. I’m ending with that today.

I leave to all my children and grandchildren all my love. My prayer is that each of you shall love and worship Christ in God. I pray that each of you will live lives of love and concern for all of God’s children and glorify God in all that you do. Live moral and forgiving lives in all that you think and do. All my love,

Mother

Clara Louise Pennington Fisher

And I’ll add on to that, “remember who you are. ”

 

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