The Search for Missouri’s Best Grandmothers – 2015

The Search for Missouri’s Best Grandmothers – 2015

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As members of a small town in Missouri, we love finding opportunities to support other small towns in Missouri.  Have you ever heard of Marceline, Missouri?  Well, if you’re a Disney fan, you might know it’s the boyhood home of Walt Disney himself and this little town inspired many of his drawings and stories.  Because of this, The Magic of Marceline Development Company began, to preserve the charm and magic of Marceline, “immortalized by Walt Disney as ‘Main Street USA.'”

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We are so excited to be co-sponsors with The Magic of Marceline to find Missouri’s Best Grandmothers.  This is such a fun opportunity to recognize the women who have done so much to influence the lives of their children and grandchildren (which ultimately shapes the community) in a positive way.

Jenny is especially tickled to be a part of this wonderful event. Being a grandmother to 21 children (and many more honorary grandchildren) and having some incredible grandmothers herself, she understands the amazing power of a grandmother.  They are often the backbone to family traditions and get-togethers in times of chaos and busy schedules. Grandmas also teach us life skills that are irreplaceable. Whether it’s how to bake, sew, garden or even resolve conflicts, they are definitely some of the best teachers out there!

If your grandmother lives in Missouri and you think she might be the best, don’t miss your chance to enter her in this contest!  There is even a recognition gala/dinner and a cash prize!! You can find more details and enter the contest HERE.  The deadline to enter is July 20th! 🙂

Let’s all take a moment to show our grandmothers how much we love and appreciate them in our lives.  Leave a comment on this post answering the following questions: How has your grandmother influenced your life?  What’s something that she has taught you?  We’ve stocked up on our tissues and are prepared to laugh and cry! Don’t worry about us saps, we’re ready for your stories (we can’t wait)!

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  • Pam

    I’m not expecting to win anything. I don’t even know if this post will show up. Annie, MawMaw to me, was my grandmother and my world for as far back as I can remember. MawMaw was just the “bestest” person in the whole wide world to a little girl growing up. She helped me bait my fishing pole and clean the fish I caught. She even got the hooks out of my finger. She stomped on the spiders and scorpions that scared me. She cooked the best food in all the world. She gave me her sweet tooth. MawMaw let me iron PawPaw’s handkerchiefs, and let me roll around in the mud with the dogs. She taught me to gather eggs without getting pecked, and let me feed the orphaned calves with the bottle. She taught me to make pickles, cook, bake, love, and forgive. She taught me that crying was okay for a bit, but also that it did t “fix” anything. She encouraged me to do my best, in no matter what I tried, and that as long as I did that, my best, then I’d done all I could. She taught me to pick up pennies, because they were money, the same as a nickle or a dime. She taught me that it was okay not to have lots of “stuff”, because that’s all it is. “Stuff”. MawMaw could light up a room with her smile and her gentleness. She certainly lit up my world. She loved me. Lord, did she love me! As I got older and moved far away, even to other countries, she was still the first voice I heard on Sunday mornings, regardless of time differences. I was very blessed, as I had her in my life until I was 42. I’m 49 now, and she will be forever in my heart.

  • Pam, we absolutely love this!!! We don’t know if you will win either, but you should definitely submit your story to Thanks for sharing!!! 🙂

  • Ellen

    While I can’t enter the contest because I never had a grandmother who lived in Missouri I will share my experience with grandmother’s. Grandma K lived about a mile from my home as I was growing up. She cared for me when my brother was born and reported on some “cute” things I did while at her house. I was about 2 1/2 yrs old at the time so I don’t remember that! When I got older I would ride my bike to her house in the morning to visit or help with whatever she was doing. I was never too little or young to help in the garden, with the laundry (hanging the clothes on the line), painting, you get the picture. She died the summer after I graduated from country school. Soon after that my Grandma L assumed a more important role in my life even though she lived 300 miles away. Early in my life there was usually no more than one visit with her every year or two. As I got older I learned more about her by reading the round robin letters between the members of the family. Once I was in college closer to her I visited a little more frequently and drove her shopping and visit other relatives. Grandma L lived to know my children but has been gone for nearly 30 years now. Besides their cultural heritage which was shared without fanfare they both were quilters. I never quilted with them but cherish the old, well loved and worn quilts I have that were made by each. Once I moved to MN from Kansas and later visited Norway many of my characteristics (inherited) make more sense!

  • Wendi

    Thank you Ellen for sharing with us. Grandmothers are so very important to our childhood. Thank you again Ellen!!

  • Kimberly D

    My Grandma and I have always shared a special bond. I am the first grandchild and we have so many memories over the years. The list of the things that she has taught me is too long to even begin to share, but one thing that we enjoy together is quilting. She, along with my Mom, taught me to sew at a very young age. And I was hooked. She started taking me to quilt shows by probably 9 or 10 and I always wanted to come straight home and make something.

    At 48 y/o, I am truly blessed to still have my Grandma with me to share a laugh or a story or two. This past weekend, Grandma and I entered our quilts in the Hendricks County Fair. Pictured is my nearly 93 y/o Grandma with her Champion quilt. It is hand pieced and hand quilted. A rotary cutter? Oh no, not Grandma! Each piece of fabric is cut by a template (cardboard with sandpaper on the back to keep it from slipping) in her lap while she watches TV. Normally 1 or 2 blocks at a time. Oh my! I am proud to report that I received my first Champion this weekend on a hand quilted baby quilt. After we shared our excitement, she pointed out that I beat her in the baby quilt category! She taught me well, but I don’t think that I will ever achieve her skill level. (the quilt on the bed is her gift to me last year). When I picked her up to take her to the fair to see what we won, I noticed Grandmother’s Flower Garden blocks laid out on her floor. She said that she getting started on next year’s fair quilt. That’s right Grandma, quilt on! xoxox

  • Jessica Porter Keene

    My grandmother doesn’t live in Missouri but I’ll take a second to brag on her! She’s an amazing woman. She was born in the depression era and grew up under the care of her Aunt Sara in Detroit (after her mother died in childbirth). During a time when most women didn’t go to college, she went to college to become a teacher. She raised three children (all of whom went on to college) and she completed a Master’s degree at University of Michigan all while working full time! Her husband died 20 years ago, however, until this year she lived on the family farm and was an avid hand quilter.

    One of my very favorite possessions is the double wedding ring quilt she gave to my husband and I on the occasion of our wedding 11 years ago. It’s precious to me because it has so much of her in it and I will be able to look at it for many years to come and think about her and the drive she had to better herself and others. I also quilt now and even though she lives in Michigan and I’m in Colorado I feel close to her as I work on my various project.

  • margaret sweo

    I’m from missouri and my grandma lived in marthasville missouri. I have several of her quilts and now because of her I quilt myself. I remember her quilt frame taking up much of her living room . I have sent quilts to the church she attended for handwriting. It makes my quilts more special for me. I miss my grandma.

  • Prudence Leynse-Hall

    I can’t enter your contest because my grandma lived in Colorado but I would love to share some of her story with you because, all I have of her is her story. You see I never met my grandma, she passed away as the result of a tragic accident when she was 56. She had 13 children & a very hard life. My grandfather was not a kind man & would often leave her with no money to feed the children, even though he had the ability to. When her children that hadn’t married were old enough to go to college the family decided to relocate to Utah so the children could go to college. She would come back to Colorado to cook for the field hands, to make some extra money. One harvest day while adding what she thought was coal oil to the stove, the rug near the stove caught fire. Grandma had never had a decent house up until this time & so not wanting the house to burn down, she grabbed the rug & ran outside. Unfortunately it was a windy day & her clothes caught fire in the wind. Over 95 of her body was burned & she didn’t live over 24 hours.

    I was named after my grandma & took quite a bit of criticism because of it. Her name was Prudence. As a young girl in elementary school I would sometimes go up & ask the teacher to help me write my name in my book. One day after doing so I looked up to see my teacher crying. She said through her tears, “I knew your grandma, she was a good woman.”

    I know my grandma enjoyed quilting but there are no quilts left behind. I did get a piece of material that belonged to her & so when I graduated from high school I made a blouse out of it. I had my senior pictures taken in that blouse as a reminder. Even though I don’t have any of the things she made, I’ve come to realize, that I got something more valuable, I got her name.