My Baba

Well it is mine and Justin's belief that we have done a favor to the world by breeding and I am so happy to have told you all about our little off spring. Today we are moving on to another very important lady in my life, my Baba aka Grandma aka Grams. My Baba has always been a very important role model in my life and she has always been a part of my life as far as my memory can take me. My Baba is a very hard working farm girl, there is nothing that ever holds her back. She is nearing 85 and still does things that some 20 year olds can't do. I do see how time has taken a toll on my Grandma though.

When I was a child my mom would drive me up there every summer to spend some time with my Baba and Gedo. Sometimes my cousin Jeanine would also get dropped off and we would create some wonderful summer time memories. You must understand my Grandma lives in rural Saskatchewan in a small village of Foston...you ask where is that..I would say...just outside of Wadena...then you say where is Wadena? Well that is just outside of Humbolt...you ask well where is Humbolt?...well Humbolt is in the middle of freakin no where...it is Saskatchewan after all. Okay my Grandma lives a 2+ hour drive out of Saskatoon...you must have heard of that city!! Her Village...consists of maybe 50 people living there (Village..odd odd word... I think of scary little village people that would chase you through the wheat fields) and everyone is quite old, its only a matter of time where someone is going to have to turn the lights out when they leave by leave I mean pass away. Grandmas house was built by my grandpas hard working hands and she would fight you tooth and nail to never have to leave that house. She loves it there and it always has been a home away from home for all of us grandkids. Not much has changed in it...it is always so comforting.

There is a lot of memories at my Grandmas like picking peas in the garden and sitting on a bench outside and shelling them in the warm summer sun. Also times with cousins, Jeanine and I would fight over who got to help bake with Grandma until it ended up in Jeanine getting angry and running away on Grandmas bike, haha. Jeanine and I also would ride on grandmas riding lawn mower until it ran out of gas, we would make traffic signs in the trees and one person would ride the bike. I also recall Amy and I deciding it would be a great idea for us to sleep in the bed in one of the sheds...well the idea was short lived when we got freaked out by all the mice traps and were certain we were going to get eaten alive by mice as we slept. Grandma also would do her little grandchildren hair in those old fashioned rollers the night before church so our hair would be pretty for church the next day. That is also one thing that was always for certain at Grandmas, Sunday meant church. Actually, after a Sunday service when I was maybe around the age of 8 I recall the Pastor talking about giving yourself to Christ, that day after church I went upstairs at my Grandmas and asked Jesus into my heart and became a Christian. Although a Christian it did not mean that us cousins when together were anything close to perfect angels. On several occasions I remember me and my cousin Jeanine sitting in church with our hair all done in perfect little curls that grandma did the night before, with our cute Sunday dresses on sitting in utter feel as we heard the train whistle echo through the church terrified it was going to derail and crash into and wipe out the little old town of Foston. you must wonder why we feared such a thing...well these cute little girls must have had a little devil version of them whispering in their ear to put rocks..big rocks...on the train track to see what would happen. Well, nothing happened and as the train left taking our fear with it we would start into no stop giggling, in turn causing grandma to give us the you behave yourself eye. So my Grandmas place is full of wonderful memories including one where Jeanine and I decided it would be funny to give my poor poor grandma a scare in the middle of the night...yup we were mean... we stacked plastic cups up on the inside of the cupboard so that when she went to get her nightly glass of water that the cups would all come crashing down on her. When I think back of that idea, if was really quite mean of us trying to scare a poor old lady who is half asleep int he middle of the night...naughty girls.

So besides my grandams quaint beautiful house she is also left me with many cherished memories and lessons. I will never forget the one time I over heard my Baba and Gedo fighting over something silly...then Grandma storming out of the house to only come back in minutes later with a flower from the garden and tears in her eyes to say sorry and give my Gedo a big hug. It was the sweetest thing I have ever seen, they were so perfect for each other. I always admired their love for one another. Grandma is also a brave lady who looks bugs spiders and mice in the eye with absolutely no fear and simply gets rid of them. I love my grandma for everything she is and everything she has taught me about life and love and motherhood. We have always been able to talk so well together, from the time I was 10 years old lying in her bed upstairs at night wit mints in our checks till now when I call her and we talk and talk about being a mom a wife and about life in general. I truly am blessed to have her in my life.