Definitely not your typical grandmother-ly advice. But Maxine Riley was not your typical grandmother.
Later today, my sister-in-law, who I don't believe ever met my grandmother, emailed me saying that she and my brother were having a conversation that included Maxine and Ve wanted to know my perception of my grandmother as compared with my brother's.
Maxine seems to be on everyone's mind today!
And, yes, that is precisely what I called her -- and, yes, she knew that and, no, it didn't seem to bother her. It came about as a joke about my poor grandfather, Max (yes, those were both of their real names -- Max and Maxine). Max lived and breathed to take care of my grandmother and make her life more comfortable. And I believe there were moments that she appreciated it. But frequently she would say, "Oh, Maaaax. . ." a phrase that typing cannot do justice to her southern, gravelly drawl, that included a hint of a whine. So eventually my Poppa became Max to me. So, naturally, my Nonna became Maxine.
In reading over this, I guess Maxine brings to mind the rough, old woman on the Hallmark cards. Those actually aren't too far off of my grandmother's philosophy in life, but Maxine would not have been caught dead in sweatpants or a t-shirt.
Later I will post what was beautifully spoken at her funeral. Don Glover, who preached at the church where I grew up for 30+ years, captured the things we all loved about Maxine.
A few of the things that I suppose I have inherited from Maxine:
- Speak what is on your mind! Life is too short for dancing around it. My grandparents were definitely "the country club crowd" and I think Maxine's candidness was shocking and amusing to most of their friends there.
- Life is also entirely too short to be taken seriously. While Maxine (with her candid words) hurt my feelings on a few occasions, I mainly remember her giggle. She found humor in almost every situation. Me too, Maxine.
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Tears falling. . .
Tears of sadness
Tears of loss
Tears of happiness
Tears of remembrance
Tears of love
I have the clearest of pictures in my mind of Maxine--white silky blouse tucked into some sort of skirt--with a belt--and that smile--gap between the front teeth--white hair perfectly in place--laughing--Kissing Max as he left for his afternoon golf game--insisting that I go and "try on the Lexus"--
What a blessing to have known her.
And I'm curious. . .how did your memories and Kevin's memories compare?
R--
Okay. . .and now I'm laughing because I had to read your blog again, and now (of course) I have, "Oh, Maaax. . ." stuck in my brain. EGADS. . that woman!!!
R--
In reading a previous comment, and also your blog, I am sure I would have liked Maxine. I love to laugh, and I love people who have a gap between their front teeth (Natalie's warms my heart with every smile!)
You are famous on Mike's blog!!! Did you get more hits on your blog today? I have blog envy.
I love your grandma Maxine and I never met her. I love people who say what needs to be said.
What a great legacy- pass it on!
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