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Strawberry Memorial Day

Grandpa Earl Volpert, Sr. WW II

Grandpa Earl Volpert, Sr. WW II

Memorial Day is a special day to be reserved for those service men who did not return home.

Butch’s dad, Earl Volpert Sr., did come home after serving as a medic in Italy in WWII.  Earl Jr. (Butch or Dado as he is better known) was two before his father held him.  He spent many years coaching the boys of St. Patrick’s Elementary the art of playing basketball.    He worked his way up through the ranks of the Terre Haute Fire Department.  After retirement from the THFD, he was the Asst. Director of Civil Defense in Terre Haute.  The Cuban Missile Crisis was ever bit as scary as the unrests of today

His joy was a premie named Beth.  When she got old enough to enjoy real food her favorite was strawberries.  We made the trip from northern Indiana to Terre Haute about every three months.  In the worst of Winter somehow he always found fresh strawberries for her arrival. This was the early ‘60’s, a far different grocery shopping world than today.  His house was full of several generations and not a lot of dollars. It is the memories that count in families.

In my multigenerational garden in Grayson, GA the strawberry plants have not produced well.  This Spring we took Jackson, Steve and Kim’s 4 yr. old, to the strawberry fields in Loganville to pick his own gallon.  Like his Auntie “B” they are his favorite food. However, yesterday I noticed that Jackson’s strawberry plant on his back deck has sprouted new tendrils and flowers.  My circuitous thinking says to me that on this Memorial Day it is Grandpa Volpert Sr.’s way of saying hello to a little strawberry loving fellow with the last name of Volpert.  Sr. died years before there was a Jackson, but it is the memories that count in families.

Marianne “Ditdo” Lough Volpert writes along with her daughter, Beth in the Multigenerational Garden. They live in Grayson, GA.

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Multigenerational Garden…Catherine’s Red Clay

“An hour of concentrated work does more to kindle joy, to overcome sadness and to set your ship afloat again, than a month of gloomy brooding.” Benjamin Franklin

From Ditdo today…

Pretty springtime peony

Pretty springtime peony

Earl’s (aka Butch or Dado) mother, Catherine, came to live with us in 1992. Her health had deteriorated to the point that even she was not comfortable living in Indiana by herself. It took some time for her to get used to no more driving, a different kitchen and a new set of doctors, but as the first two years progressed she began to feel better. She even began to see better as the Emory Eye Care folks began to reverse years of neglect from Grave’s Disease.

Iris from "up north" grows in the red clay of Georgia.

Iris from “up north” grows in the red clay of Georgia.

Back in Terre Haute the dirt was rich and black. Her small city plot was full of peonies, iris, roses and her son, Butch’s, gooseberries. In Grayson, Georgia it was hard red clay. Gardening here was a hit and miss proposition as I was still working full time. Then came June of 1994 and the tornado. We went to bed that night with 63 trees in the yard. We woke up at 3:00 a.m. with 3 of them in the living room and only 2 left standing in the yard.

It was time for Catherine to take on a project. After the house reconstruction phase the strip of concrete outside her bedroom, alias Georgia red, was designated hers. It took her a few Springs but today that 6 ft. by 24 ft. is full of her handiwork. Done, as she always did, on her hands and knees.

Yellow yarrow remind us each year of our Multigenerational Garden.

Yellow yarrow remind us each year of our Multigenerational Garden.

Catherine has been gone for 7 years now, but her spirit lives on through her hours of “concentrated work” and that have “kindled the joy” for us as we walk through her garden. The azalea, camellias, hydrangea, lilies, iris, ferns are all still there. There are no gooseberries but maybe one of her bird friends will help us out, but that will be another story.

What a lucky Ditdo am I.

Multigenerational Garden…Mother’s Day Musings

Ditdo is modeling her Easter bonnet complete with garden customization.

Ditdo in her garden.

From Ditdo…aka grandma/Marianne Volpert who is a regular contributor to this blog dubbed Multigenerational Garden…

Out my kitchen window the generations move on.  The lilac named Miss Kim, Beth gave to me is about done, but I see the first bud on Sharon’s peony and the iris that came from Grandma Catherine Volpert’s garden when she moved from Terre Haute to Grayson are in full bloom.

Plants and flowers represent so many special people.

Plants and flowers represent so many special people.

Kim is my daughter-in-law’s name. I love her for many reasons.  The most important one is that she has shared her husband and her son’s time so graciously with me. Beth is my daughter and even better, my friend. We share lots, most importantly my two older grandsons. Sharon was my sister-in-law with the emphasis on sister.   She was only 12 when I joined this family and  because neither one of us had sisters we made the relationship become what the best of sisters share. Cancer took her much too early in life.  Catherine was my mother-in-law. It was amazing to watch her become an independent woman. She didn’t attempt emancipation until she was in her ‘60’s but she went gung-ho then including getting a license to drive.  No sixteen year old ever felt the rush of freedom that being behind a car can give more than Catherine.  Alzheimers took that independence but it was a good twenty-plus year ride.

Daughter-in-law, daughter, sister-in-law, mother-in-law all there in the garden for me to see first thing as I am making the morning coffee.

What a lucky Ditdo am I.