Somedays, I close my eyes, walk up the concrete steps that are missing one rail on the side, put my hand on the heavy metal door’s knob, turn it, and walk through the back door.
And he’s there. Sitting at the kitchen table. A stack of magazines a foot tall beside him on the table, the landline phone above the table with the cord stretched out past no return.
But if I go back a little farther in my mind, she’s there too, I’m around five years old, and there’s a refrigerator donning stickers that spell out “Jenna Ann.”
And its time for milkshakes.
When its milkshake time, there is no getting ice cream out of the freezer. There is no running to the store to pick up a gallon.
Instead, she pulls down a huge tupperware bowl and we hop in the Cadillac to go get the good ice cream from Win Bob’s Drive In.
They fill the tupperware bowl up and I hold onto it for dear life on the ride home.
Grannie whips us up milkshakes, which are followed by The Wildhorse Saloon on the television complete with dancing around the room.
I’ve never had a better milkshake in all my life.
Or her green beans.
Or the deviled eggs she would make and leave some egg whites empty for just me.
I wasn’t yet seven when she died, but she is probably the one woman who has left the biggest impression on my life.
This gallery wall gives a little nod to my Grannie, and my roots, and is a nice reminder of home.
I started my gallery wall out with this boxwood wreath from Balsam Hill.
I have to say that I have been lusting after a boxwood wreath for well over a year now. Sure I could have stolen some boxwood from my front yard, but Grunt Labor wouldn’t have been too happy about that and the wreath would have died eventually, so I wasn’t up for doing all that work and then losing it. This boxwood wreath is perfect though – it doesn’t look fake, but I can keep it forever.
I added the arrows to the wreath to jazz it up a bit. They don’t really have anything to do with my Grannie – I just liked them. I think she’d be okay with that. The arrows came from this Etsy store.
When I started thinking about what I wanted to include on my gallery wall that really made me think of my Grannie, one thing quickly came to mind.
In 1989, my Grannie got her a big ole Cadillac Sedan Deville. And they didn’t tell anyone they were buying it.
Because I was with them.
We rode back home three deep in that front seat, me grinning from ear to ear because I was the first to know something no one else did.
My Grannie loved that car, but she also wasn’t afraid to put on her boots and go help my Pap in the field.
I found the Cadillac symbol patch at this fun Etsy store and knew I had to have it.
And speaking of helping my Pap in the field and considering that one of my favorite pictures of her is when she was in her late teens, in her overalls, feeding the cows, I knew I had to have a picture of a cow.
I had favorited this Hereford cow print on Etsy a couple years back. I just kept waiting to figure out where I would put it. When I finally went to go buy it at this Etsy shop, it wasn’t listed any longer. I emailed the sweet artist who did it and asked her if anymore were available. She immediately re-opened the listing for me. My day was made. Bless her heart.
The monogram print above the cow is a Stephanie Creekmur – she has the best southern prints. As you all well know, I love a good monogram and I do think that it stands for something more than a name – I have always refused to part with my maiden name because it reminds me of where I came from. I also have my Grannie’s monogrammed pillowcases safely tucked away.
You may remember seeing the brass key on my gallery wall above the television. My grandparents had this metal box covered with illustrations of strawberries that always held all their old and extra keys. As a child, I was mesmerized by all those keys that box contained. I would climb up on the kitchen counter and reach upon the highest shelf to get the box and go through all the keys. The large brass key is a nice reminder of that box.
And I kind of like that.
And of course, seeing Grunt Labor first thing is pretty good too.
Maybe we can visit in my dreams tonight, Grannie.
I’ll bring the Conway Twitty if you bring the milkshakes.
Be sure to stop by Balsam Hill and read my interview with them about my Grannie, my decorating style, Conway Twitty, and dance parties.
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Disclosure: Balsam Hill provided me with their boxwood wreath and an Etsy gift card to complete my gallery wall. However, all opinions, and references to milkshakes and Cadillacs are 100% mine.