Kids and Grandmothers

When I was a little kid my maternal grandmother, “Mammy,” spent a lot of time with me. Not only did I learn practical lessons about life from her, I subconsciously learned what it was like to be a loving and giving person. While I haven’t always followed her example, I know she was a big influence on the adult I became. 

One of the things that I recall about Mammy is that she always offered visitors to her humble home, whether family or friends, something to eat. It might have only been a homemade biscuit and jam or perhaps a glass of iced tea, but something from the kitchen would be provided. 

She was also a good neighbor. My grandmother could be called upon to help deliver a baby or sit with a sick friend. She had no telephone but would be fetched in person by a knock on the door of her tiny little house.  

Many memories of Mammy include flowers. She raised various types and two kinds stand out in my memory. First were the hollyhocks:


Hollyhock is an odd name for a flower, but oh the potential of these plants in Mammy’s hands. She spent hours with me making beautiful “girls” who we then used in all kinds of pretend stories and adventures. All it took was a toothpick for the backbone that held everything together and a stalk of hollyhocks. Different size blooms, inverted, made the attire and a head was fashioned from an unopened bud. Facial features could be made by piercing the bud with the toothpick. The puncture points then darkeded for eyes, nose and mouth. Each girl ended up looking like a southern belle ready for a plantation ball. I wish I had some hollyhocks so that I could create one for you, but this marked-up photo is the best I can do. I hope your imagination does the rest. 


“I know what it is like to be brought up with unconditional love. In my life that came from my grandmother.” Andre Leon Talley

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11 thoughts on “Kids

  1. What a beautiful and loving tribute! I never had a grandparent, but you described perfectly my own mother, a grandmother of 28. Your grandmother passed so many of her traits on to you and it is evidenced by your loving relationship with your daughters and granddaughters, and with your friends and neighbors. Thanks for such a positive message on this Mothers Day!

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  2. What a Sweet and Loving Memory, you have shared with us today! I loved the story of the Hollyhocks, I could just envision them in my own mind! Your Mammy, sounds like my own grandmothers with her hospitality and helping out her neighbors! You have certainly inherited a lot of her traits, and I certainly appreciate being your neighbor! Happy Mother’s Day 🙂

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  3. I love this post. Strong women raise strong women and that is obviously the case in your family. I can envision these beautiful dolls that you two made. It reminds me of some conversations I had with 1st and 2nd graders this morning in Sunday School. They were certain that they ‘needed’ some toys (vs wanting them). I explained that children could create their own ways of playing without needing expensive toys. This is a perfect example!! Thanks for sharing this. Happy Mother’s Day, Sue. I hope your day has been special.

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  4. What a wonderful story. I had not heard of making dolls like that from hollyhocks. I can’t wait to be around some hollyhocks to try it.
    Wonderful memories of your Mammy. I have wonderful memories of my grandmothers also. Having afternoon tea, making doll houses out of orange crates and catalogs, playing dress up, lying in the hammock while pretending to travel with a road map. What happy times of childhood.

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  5. I have never heard of making dolls from Hollyhocks… how fascinating. It sounds like you had a wonderful Mammy who taught you and exposed you to many things.

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