Growing up, one of my favorite things to do was to visit my grandmother in West Virginia. Prior to construction of the interstate, we would travel twisting mountain roads to get to Mamaw’s house. My mother always gave my sister and I Dramamine, but one or both of us usually got car sick. Still, we always enjoyed the journey.
One thing I remember most about my Mamaw is she could never pass a fountain without stopping to make a wish. Even though she’s been gone for over twenty-five years, I have a vivid picture of her standing in front of a fountain. She would squeeze her eyes real tight before she made her wish and tossed the penny into the water. Sometimes she made two wishes.
As a child, I knew if you told someone what you wished for, the wish wouldn’t come true and so I never asked. Last year I was blessed to be given Mamaw’s journal, a tattered and torn record book. She started the journal after my grandfather passed way. It wasn’t something she wrote in every day, in fact, a year or more might pass before a random thought or worry was recorded.
Although Mamaw wrote about the happy times, visits with her daughters and their families, I sensed sadness escaping from each page. She wrote about the death of siblings and worries about the economy. As each year passed, she mostly wrote about my grandfather. She missed him so much and looked forward to the day they would be reunited. Reading her journal provided an answer to a little girl’s question about her Mamaw’s wishes. Her one true wish was to be with my grandfather again.
Is there something you wish for in the new year?