The Storyteller

On December 29th my Grandmother, Luetta Mae, left the land of the living. 

What most people don’t know, and her included, is that I have always looked up to my Grandma.  She is the strongest woman that I know.  She knew what she wanted and she would get it. You knew what she expected out of you and you made sure to do the best you could.  She was a force.   She was also such a loving person and she made everyone around her laugh all the time.

The thing I remember most about my Grandma is her storytelling   All of my father’s siblings and his mother are all fantastic storytellers.  I wish that was a trait that I received,however it was lost on me. 
Recalling things that happened yesterday is hard enough..but stories from years past.. forget it.

But my favorite memories are of sitting around any dining room table or the patio at the farm and listening.  The family recalling stories of days gone by.  The crazy things they did.. or said. 
Chasing kids with brooms, Semi-truck hauls with her and my dad and his crazy antics to get around a corner. 

Stories I can’t recall but I can vividly see in my mind where those stories were told and all the laughter.. the jokes.. the cigarette smoke.

That Hale family really makes my heart swell.. I’m the lucky one.  I got to be her granddaughter and her pen-pal.  Her biscuit making helper..and the granddaughter that just could not figure out how to crochet no matter how much she tried to show me. 

I got to play UNO in her living room trying to stack the deck and still losing to my brother and walk the back field finding old Indian arrowheads. 

I liked when she turned on the country storytellers who would sing their songs on the radio with the doors open and the fresh air blowing the tall grass.

I still have a pair of her clogging shoes.  I remember how heavy her quilts were and how safe I felt under them when I stayed the night.

She taught me how to read a map on a trip to Texas.  I was in charge.. we took a couple of wrong turns but I got us there.

And always.. she was telling stories..  while making the story of my Grandma and me.

I missed her when she moved to Alaska..  
My favorite memory.. a few years ago when she came to visit, she got to see my house and she met my husband.. and APPROVED!

Luetta, the mother of my father who left the living 11 years ago   I truly hope that they have met again..and all those that have gone before us are sitting somewhere around a table telling their stories and having a laugh.

-all my love



it's 15 minutes into January 2nd 2013, and i'm not excited about the new year at all. I'm not really dreading it either.. i just have no expectations.

I do find it interesting.. that at that moment when we change over into a new year, it does feel like something is ending and beginning all at that single moment. But it fact it is just another day, another day like the one before.. and like the one yet to come.

I wasn't all that impressed with 2012. I had high hopes going into it. I can remember how i felt.. and now i'm heading into 2013 a bit more harder, sadder, older, pessimistic, and while i do have hope for a good year.. there isn't much there.

2012.. you did give me a few memories...
- 3 beautiful, amazing brand new nieces!
- so much time with all my nieces and nephew which has been so much fun (and tiring)
- new windows in the dressing room.
- a good friend moved closer
- more amazing time in arkansas
- Fiona Apple, Florence & the Machine and Flogging Molly
- more game nights and more wine

2012.. you also took a few things..
- a good friend moved away
- psoriasis has seemingly disappeared (!! Lets hope it stays away!)
- loss.. my paternal grandmother passed away on December 29th. I'm not sure she ever knew how much she meant to me. I was always bad with words and not good at keeping in touch. I love her so much. She was always such a strong woman for me to look up too. I have so many great memories and stories. Luetta you are an amazing woman and you will be missed in this world.

2013.. i don't expect much from you..
just don't kick me while i'm down.
i'm not looking forward to another birthday, but i am looking forward to repeats of some of the good thing from last year.
And maybe you will be kind enough to grant eric and i a bit of good fortune. Only time will tell.

To everyone else. I hope you all have closed a door on what was a beautiful 2012 and are opening a door to 2013 with new eyes and all the hope to light up the sky.
And if you have some extra.. shine some light my way.. i could use it right about now.

with love,

(aunt frankie.. i hope you don't mind i grabbed this photo off your facebook)