Grandma’s Got it Going On

What you may already know is that several weeks ago, Biceps and I went to Iowa to help Grandma move out of the large farmhouse and into town. What you may not know is that this 94 year old, Bible quoting, tender-hearted, hard-working woman has amazing taste.

This is Grandma whipping up whole wheat pancakes when she lived with us. Just look at that face. I love her so much.
Anyways….Grandma gave away almost everything that she owned and I highlighted a few of these things in my post, ‘Treasures from Yesteryear’.
I wanted to show you a few more things that are really killer.

Hello beautiful ladies! Where have you been all my life? I love your aluminum ways. I love your colors. I love your stack-ability. I know I already highlighted you in my earlier post, ‘Treasures from Yesteryear“, but I cannot help myself. I am in love with you.

I absolutely love paint-by-numbers. And I love that Grandma did several of these for her home.
And the 3-D copper horse on the left? Don’t even get me started.

I must find appropriate frames for these two cuties. I found out that Grandma did these to help her relax, but became frustrated with trying to stay in the lines. She said it was ‘stressful’.
How cute is that?

These lamps have been in one of the two guest rooms at Grandma’s for who knows how long. There are two of these lamps-one for either side of our bed and they match our room perfectly.
I can remember year after year, clicking on these lamps to do my hair at Grandma’s house.

There are tiny roses encased in the plastic center that are so sweet and delicate. I think it’s amazing that a practical farm woman owned these.

This sofa has held years of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I swear there’s some sort of sleeping potion that seeps out of the cushions and lulls you into the best nap time ever.
Now, we have it. I cannot relay to you how good a nap is on this couch.

Just look at the arm of this couch.
It is begging for you tired head to lay upon it. And I will not deny its request. I will not and have not, ever.
Although Grandma has moved on with her life and I know we must, I am so thankful that I get to keep the memories of her and the solidity of her farm home. Change is good, but change is also very hard sometimes.
Grandma, you certainly have amazing taste and truly got it goin’ on.

The Final Farm Days

I heart Iowa.
I heart the black dirt. I heart the farms.
I heart the people.
But, my heart is breaking. I just experienced an end of an era in Iowa.
Grandma is moving to town, and the family farm is now a rental. A rental?!
The farm has been in the Greiman farm forever. I mean it, FOREVER.
The family converged last weekend to throw on the rubber gloves and get down to the nitty gritty-cleaning out cobwebs and paper-rock-scissoring each other over things Grandma no longer wants.
We accidentally came home with a 6 x 12 trailer full of stuff that is now piled in my living room.
Yikes. It stinks to be so good at paper-rock-scissors.

The scene above is one I have witness many times over the years. The large pile of ‘whatever’ burning next to the old grain bin.
I heart burning things in the field.

Grandma’s house is wonderfully simple. It has a huge attic, an enormous basement, 3 beds and 1 bath. Hubby’s parents just installed a dishwasher and a shower upstairs-for her future tenants.
She hasn’t had either of these things for 94 years and she’s never complained about it.

I heart the sunsets here.

The life on Grandma’s farm is simpler, quieter, and less full of quality coffee shops. You win some, you loose some.

I heart Iowa cows, too.

I will miss the farm, but most of all, Grandpa. We just lost him last fall.
I never thought I couldn’t go back to the farm. But, life moves on.
I am so thankful that I have the memories and the bits of their life safe back home with me. I will show you some of my treasures soon.
Did you know that I heart Iowa?