One of the main reasons I traveled all the way to Maryland with a not quite three month old baby wasn't just for the week off from work and good food that comes with the holiday, but to introduce Emily to the Eastern Shore and the preceding generations of my family. While she had already met my mother and father, her grandparents, she had not met her great grand parents or her 95 year old great grandmother. It was imperative that my family get to meet and see and hold Emily while she was so young. Thanksgiving dinner was just a fortunate bonus to the trip.
Emily is a lot like me in the fact that she is the first. The first grand baby, the first great grand baby, and the first great-great grand baby. Its a big deal to be the forthcoming of a whole new generation so of course I planned a little get together at my great grandmother's house. At ninety five years old she still lives alone and has her wits about her. We spent the evening there, catching up, and taking a photo with all five generations of women present. I am going to cherish that photo forever and I am sure Emily will, too.
Out of everything that I did and enjoyed on my visit spending an evening with my grandmothers and great grandmother was by far the best. I hate to think in terms of it being the last time I might see my great grandmother, but it fills me with joy to know she got to hold her first great-great granddaughter, my little Emily.
|Emily with my mother|
|My paternal grandmother.|
|Emily with my maternal grandmother|
|Emily with my great grandmother... her great-great grandmother.|
|All five generations of women together.|