When Matt and I moved into the house, this purple bag (that looks like a Crown Royal Bag) appeared on my kitchen counter one day. Thinking it was a gift from a new neighbor, I peaked inside. It was a basic metal tin. I asked Matt was it was. He told me it was his Nana Schissler, Grandma Bert's mother.
Of course I politely introduced myself and asked Matt is she would be staying a while.
He was bringing her down to GG's house that day....
Fast forward to fall and Grandma asked me one day "what I thought she should do with her mother's remains?" She said "I know its just her physical being and she is singing in Heaven's choir, should I just flush them!" She of course was joking.
The cute little town of Pinecliffe is about 40 minutes west of where we live. Grandma had always spoken so fondly of this place. It was where her family would summer. Her father had purchased a very modest cabin there in the 1930's. It had/has no running water and one hell of a stair case up a cliff side, to the one bedroom structure. They called the cabin "Jericho."
Her dad would even hold Sunday service at the local post office and they would have youth groups from their church come up in the summer. Her mother would do all the cooking and entertaining. She loved this place as much as her father did. After Grandma graduated high school her parents let her and some girlfriends go up for the weekend. They of course invited boys and they had 3.2 beer...can we say necking? Oh ya! Go Grandma! She did happen to already be dating Grandpa:)
ANYWAYS just a little back story...
SO I suggested the cabin as a place to "free" Nana's remains and she loved it.
We weren't sure if anyone was living there. Mountain people are weird, I should know. So I parked on the road and went up by myself to check it out. After climbing the first very steep set of stairs, this sign greeted me...JOY! It was eerie and the exact place a serial killer would dwell....but it was vacated, so I went down and got Mason and GG. The whole way back up I was thinking my husband would be seriously ticked if he knew what I was doing with our first born child...
But as I got them up there the sun appeared over the crest of the cabin and a very calming energy settled in.
I thought about all the generations and how this little piece of history was being shared with Mason. How family we have never met were probably rejoicing in us being there.
When I turned I saw this sign. Grace is a special name in our family. I was so glad we had this little adventure.
The beauty of the mountains always have a my heart and I am so thankful for that day
and I know she is too!
This life really is beautiful!
