Two Grandmas

Redding, California. This is where I am from. I was born in San Fransisco, grew up in South America while my parents were missionaries in Peru and Redding has always been the place I return to.

It is funny to be here for this is where I went to kindergarten, 4th grade, and two years of junior college. Did you know I took 29 credits one semester? I had to get special permision and had to maintain a B average. (Jason and I had broken up and I was sad...so I kept busy!)

I remember things like field trips to the fire station, playing on the turtle in the mall, marathon shopping with my mom and sister, Jason coming to visit and telling me he loved me on my 21st birthday for the first time.

I also have memories from Weaverville and attending vacation Bible School. (My parents returned to the church while they were missionaries as they were raising their support.) Driving down main street I remember attending an engine show with my mother's parents...and stopping to drink at a road side fountain that is half way down the mountain. Then, entering Redding and driving by the neighborhood where my mom's parents lived.

I think it is the one thing I really miss about Indy. I have no memories there. I have no history. I don't know where the freeways go and most of the places or buildings are just that - buildings with no memories attached to them. I am beginning to collect memories in Indy - but Redding has a set of almost 40 years worth of memories.

So today, I went and visited both of my grandmas. Fay Nelson is 98 1/2 (my mom's mom).


Wanda Sierke is my dad's mom. I know she's younger because I think she was 19 when she had my dad. I will go back tomorrow and visit again.

When I am with my grandmas, I feel like a child again. I like being a grandchild - it sure feels nice!