Dear June

  Dear June ~ My name is Tansy June. My maternal grandmother was named June Doreen and my paternal grandmother was named Thelma June. This is the month I remember them especially because we were all Junes. The generations that come before us specifically affect who we are today. I am keenly aware of that. It is an awareness that grows with age I think. I am so thankful for who my grandmothers were. They did not have life easy a lot of the time. They went through a world war and much loss in their lives. They never gave up. I knew them during a time when their children were grown and they could spend just a bit more time on things they enjoyed. I didn't know them when they were having child after child, worn and tired. I didn't know them when they had to work every second of the day to keep up. However when I started to have my own children I saw the wonder and delight in their eyes enjoying mine. I listened to their memories and their advice. They knew the task before me and they knew they didn't have much time left here. They told me to love, to enjoy, to work hard, to be strong, to do my best and I have tried, I am trying. I miss them so much. They were each treasures in such beautiful ways.

This is one of my favorite poems written by June Green called

 Little Treasures

Plant some pansies by your doorstep
Watch them blossom one by one,
Blue and mauve and golden yellow,
Looking up to see the sun.

Hope for lots of bright tomorrows,
Ask your neighbors in for tea,
Put aside your little sorrows,
Find some joy in all you see.

Walk along a path in winter,
Make an angel in the snow.
Life has many little pleasures,
Try them all before you go.