Me with my grandmother when I’m around 3 years old, 1972 or so.
When I was a kid the 100th day of school came and went without much fanfare.
Today it’s definitely a big deal, for the younger kids any way.
My girls had their 100th day celebration last week and my kindergartener Miss A was assigned with the task of bringing 100 small items to school to share with her classmates. One of the suggested items on the take home sheet was pennies. I remembered the large jar of shiny pennies tucked away in my closet. My grandmother filled a glass jar with 1991 pennies when I graduated from college in December 1991 (it took me four and a half years to graduate with a double major in journalism and sociology, not because I wanted to prolong my college experience…ahem.) I never really knew what to do with the pennies and I certainly didn’t want to spend them so I’ve been saving them all these years.
Miss A was so excited to share these special coins at school. The jar my grandmother had given me was so packed that we couldn’t even tell we’d removed 100 of them.
Fast forward to the weekend. Yesterday was downright spring like for late February and we all worked in the yard. The girls helped clear and mulch a shaded flower bed bordered by a towering honeysuckle bush. They moved an old park bench that had been in my grandmother’s yard to the flower bed after trimming some wayward branches.My hubby had the wonderful idea to name the little shady spot Tancy Park, after my grandmother, whose given name was Thelma but went by Tancy.
Today it dawned on me that my grandmother’s 95th birthday would have been yesterday. The exact day the girls worked on a little garden in honor of their great grandmother who loved to tend to her rose beds and flowers.
This morning I looked out the window and saw a dove in Tancy Park. I know my grandmother was smiling down from heaven.