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The Grandmother Club

What does it mean to be a Grandmother?

The actual, physical act of becoming a Grandmother was easy enough.  I did not have to do anything, really, other than support my daughter as she went through the labour.  The emotional act of becoming a Grandmother is another story.

I have many emotions, several of which conflict with each other.  During the labour and the birth, I was at once proud of my daughter and her husband, and fearful for her.  I had gone through the same type of hard, long, drawn-out labour that she’d gone through.  For some reason, I was never fearful for myself.  I was afraid for my daughter, for the exhaustion she was obviously experiencing.  I was surprised that I was more concerned for the welfare of my daughter than I was for the new baby!

Now, I have embarked on a new journey.  One which started, I suppose, when I first gave birth to my oldest daughter, who now has a child of her own.  What does it mean to be a Grandmother?  How does one go about acting like a Grandmother?  What does a Grandmother look like?  What name should I go by?

Many questions surface, with many emotions.  I want to explore these emotions as they occur.  Because, I really don’t think I am the only one who thinks this way, who feels these same things, and who have what I call identity issues.  You, reader, are invited to participate in this exploration, to help sort out the new role called Grandmother.

Welcome, to the Grandmother Club!

 
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Posted by on 21 January 2013 in Grandmothers, Uncategorized

 

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Vidunas blog

Here is my latest blog post on the Vidunas line. 

http://vidunas.blogspot.com/2017/02/joseph-vidunas-newspaper-articles.html?m=1

 
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Posted by on 16 February 2017 in Grandmothers

 

Vidunas Research

vidunas.blogspot.com

This is my research on the Vidunas name

 
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Posted by on 11 February 2017 in Grandmothers

 

Spinning in the After Life

​”Which makes me wonder if I’m going to need my spinning wheel when I’m dead. I wonder if there is a mortuary anywhere in America that would bury it with me. I’m also wondering what fiber from my fiber stash I should take into my grave when I go. Maybe I should take it all. Life is short but the afterlife is really, really long isn’t it? Yeah, I think I’d better take all of it just to be safe.”

http://rovingcrafters.com/2016/02/22/spinning-yarn-in-the-grave/

 
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Posted by on 10 August 2016 in Grandmothers

 

Gramma Nettie cooks

Gramma Nettie cooks

Trying grilled radishes for the first time.  They are good fried.  They are good baked.  They are good on a stew.  Use the same way you would potatoes, but they don’t spike your blood sugar like taters do.  

I cleaned them, sprayed with coconut oil and put the basket on the grill.

They kept their color, but the flavor was changed.  It was interesting, different.  I cooked up Two bunches which was too much for the two of us.  I will do it again.

 
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Posted by on 8 August 2016 in blood sugar, campfire, food, radishes

 

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Lazy Gramma Nettie

This is how I keep track of my colors.  I am not organized enough to keep colour cards.  I tried years ago, but lost them.  Country Classics has commercial color cards, but I find them inadequate for some reason.  So, I started putting a same of MY yarn around the bottle.  Now I can more accurately guess what colors I need.  


Except red.  I cannot get red to be RED!  As you can see I got wildly different results.  I’m open to suggestions to improve my red dying.

Guess which song is in my head?

 
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Posted by on 7 August 2016 in Grandmothers

 

Gramma Nettie soaks wool

This is my first attempt at fermented suint to clean raw wool.  The idea is to soak the untreated raw wool in plain water, letting bacterial fermentation scour the grease out.  The wool is to sit in the water, the first batch for about a week, the rest is done in about 3-4 days.  It is supposed to get stinky, similar to the earthy barnyard stench.  Then, take the wool out, rinse with the house and let it dry in the sun.  The residual odor dissipates and is gone by the time it dries.

This batch is baby Icelandic lamb moorit coloring.  I like the idea of minimal handling for two reasons.  The first is that my hands can’t handle all that squeezing.  The other reason is that I think it should be much gentler to alpaca and fragile fleeces.

The funny thing is that twenty years ago, I thought about soaking wool in water for extended amount of time.  I didn’t know about getting the grease out.  I thought it might be a way to essentially “rot” the vegetable matter out.  I don’t know.

 
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Posted by on 7 August 2016 in Wool

 

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Skinny Gramma Nettie

My scale must have lied to me.  For a week.  I didn’t feel any different, but I keep almost daily track of my weight.  I know some women are obsessed in an unhealthy way, and weigh once a month.  When I did that myself, I found I felt great but I had gained back everything I’d lost and took two months to get back to the new starting point.  When I weigh almost daily, I can easily relate any weight gain with eating habits, like this bag of potato chips I really want to finish off.

So far, I’ve been busy blogging, not munching.

But my weight it’s Now thirty pounds off.  That’s more than a sack of potatoes.  That’s a one-year-old child.  I’ve decided that my weight loss is best described by a term I’ll steal from evolutionary biology – Punctuated Equilibrium.  Things are all the same for two or three months then BAM!, five pounds gone.  Everything is once again the same for four months then SHAZAM!, ten pounds gone.

This Trim Healthy Gramma wants new clothes for every five pounds gone.  I am overdue for six items of clothing.

The disappearing Gramma!  Started January, 7 months mostly on plan, 31 weeks.  Just about a pound per week.

 

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