Lola Irene Rhodes-my Granny, and one of the most amazing women I have ever met. It was an honor having her as my Granny. My mom would agree. She died when I had just turned 19, and there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her (I am now 36).
After my grandfather died, her husband (who was equally amazing), I got to go to their lakehouse in East Texas and get what I wanted to keep. I am so thankful for that. I have little memories around my house now that remind me daily of her.
One such special thing are her rocks. Well, they are really colored glass, but I always called them rocks. Every time they would go on vacation, she would buy a new one. The minute I showed up at the lake house, I would immediately go to her rock collection, which was quite large, and see if I could pick out the new one. I so treasured this little game so naturally, I wanted to keep some of the rocks. I was always so amazed by the colors of the glass. They now sit on a shelf on my front porch where I can see them when I sit on my couch inside.
It's a view full of memories, and my simple pleasure!