Ilene Vavricheck-that’s quite a name, isn’t it? Yep, she was quite a grandma as well.

Born 9/25/1916–then went on to be with her heavenly Father on Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009.

She was a spitfire, that’s for sure. 100% Norwegian, and OH could SHE make Lefse!

Ardie - T-Shirt

She always had a funny sense of humor

Her and my gramps lived up in Northern Minnesota forever, so they had that thick Minn-eee-sOtan accent for sure!

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Grams gave B-I-L, Dave, this funny towel. Oh man, she was a card!

I’d spend a week up there in the summer, and boy, could I find trouble.

The funniest memory was when I went sleepwalking right out their front door.

I know I’ve shared this story on the blog before, but hey, I can tell it again, it’s my blog, right? ☺

Sure, it wasn’t funny when it happened, especially for my grams and gramps. Heck, it probably aged them a few years.

I only remember waking up standing in some icy-cold mud outside the neighbor’s house. But, according to what my neighbors told us, it looked a little like this:

I wandered out of grams’ house and went to the left, because that’s where my friend Joey lived. I knocked on their door, probably wanting him to come out and play (hey I was an energetic kid.)

No answer there, so I went home. BUT, and this is where the fun starts, I went one house too many to the neighbors on the other side of Grams’ house.

Instead of walking up the two steps to the door, I made my way into the flowerbed on the ground below their picture window and knocked on the glass.

The cool mud is what woke me.

Yeah, not so much fun waking up outside in the pitch black, in your PJs and all alone.

Well, needless to say, the neighbors whisked me inside and called my Grams then walked me back home.

Sure is funny now that I look back on it. But oh yeah, ‘bit scary to walk out in the middle of the night, huh?

Me and Grams one Christmas in MN.

Me and Grams one Christmas in MN.

Gonna miss ya, Grams!

8 thoughts on “GRAMS

  1. I linked here from Inkhorn Blue. Sorry to hear of your grandmother’s passing. From the sounds of this story, I’m sure you have many other wonderful memories of your relationship with her. Cheryl and I have made sure that our kids will have such time and experiences with their grandmothers, one of whom is still alive.

    I’m impressed that you have written 6 novels. Good work! I’m working on a couple of books now.


  2. I’m so sorry to hear about your grandmother’s passing. I believe the people in the world with good grandmothers are some of the luckiest people out there.

    As long as you keep recounting the memories, she will live on.


  3. We called my Grandmother, “Gram” too! I miss my Gram too. She was a spitfire, 100% Italian and could make a mean meatball.

    Aren’t we blessed to have such great roots, great examples, and great memories?

    Thanks for sharing.

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