Liz is usually our resident “Art of Homemaking” girl around these parts, but I have recently felt the need to share about some heroes of homemaking in my life. I shared part one HERE and I am sharing another homemaking hero today…..my grandmother Lova. (As a side note, she always explained her name as Love with an “a.”)
(I just thought we needed a picture here…and since these were Grandma Lova’s tiny irons, I thought it fit)
She really was a hero to me. She passed away when I was 14 and I still miss her almost every day. We lived close to her, spent almost every Friday night and Sunday at her house eating popcorn and playing in “Darkest Africa” (the dim wooded forest in the backyard) where we would run and play and pretend we were anyone we wanted to be. She had a tennis court (ok, a grassy field that was called the tennis court) where my siblings and I would drive a mowing tractor around for hours on end (and I think we were 4 or 5….I don’t recall how we reached the pedals) and an attic that was mysterious and fun all at the same time complete with a leopard-print fur coat and hat that hung in one corner….that both creeped us out but also secretly intrigued us all at the same time.
Her house was magical. It was the cleanest house I have ever seen….and she was ALWAYS busy with a home or garden project. We would often pull up in our car and she was transplanting lily of the valleys or busy in the kitchen making cobbler or working the books for my grandpa’s real estate business on the adding machine. She was a worker bee….and never sat down until her “tasks were done.” Not to mention the countless hours of knitting that she did and the amazing piles of sweaters that she gave to my sister and I.
Can you see why I miss her? She really was an amazing woman.
One of the homemaking lessons that I most remember from Grandma Lova is, “Always leave a room better than you found it.” She used to say it all the time.
But she truly lived by this principle.
Although my mother will testify that I did NOT live by this rule as a child (I had PILES of clothes everywhere as a teenager); somehow, someway this rule of homemaking has sunk deep into my heart.
I do find myself whenever I leave a room, looking around and finding things that need to be picked up and put away–and then doing it. It usually only takes a minute to pick up a pillow, or refold a blanket (even if it is the 10th time I have done it that day) or placing things on the stairs, and actually taking them up when I go upstairs next.
And it’s changed my life.
My house stays much cleaner (it’s so not perfect)….but I also don’t have to spend hours on it every day. It just takes one look around the room as I am leaving it. And a minute or two, which I CAN do.
Thanks Grandma Lova.