I’m writing about my grandparents this month. (Please consider reading Grandpa: Work,Clean-Up, & Nails.)
The names for my Dad’s parents were straight-up and easy; Grandpa and Grandma. But we all know how it goes and one set of grandparents has to be called something else so we call my Mom’s parents Mere Mere and Pere Pere. That’s what my older brother started calling them, he was the first grand for everyone, they thought it was cute, end of story.
|Mere Mere loading the mixer, on-site|
with my grandpa in the 40's.
But the most important thing I got from my maternal grandmother is faith. Mustard seed-type faith that makes a person think they can save a condemned or abandoned house that no one else wants. Norman Vincent Peale’s father was the presiding minister at Mere Mere's parent’s wedding and she was a big fan of his work for her entire life. She especially loved his book The Power of Positive Thinking. Without Mere Mere and the wisdom in that book, I would have never bought The Fire House. No way.