It has been a year since my grandmother called my name.

For 14 nights I sat by her side, talking to her and reading to her and singing. The nurses kept telling me she couldn’t hear me but I would see a tear roll down her soft wrinkled cheek every so often when I would read something I knew she liked. I was there when she drew her last breath. Let me tell you about my grandmother, Earlene Brown Tedford Alexander.

There will never be another Earlene. If ever there was a woman that was proud as a peacock, that would be Earlene. She was always dressed up. When other grandmothers would put on some tennis shoes or other type of sensible shoe, here would come my Mamaw, trotting out in her pumps with that purse slung on that arm. It’s a wonder in all of her 92 years that she didn’t fall and break a bone. The only bone that I do know that she broke was when she hugged one of her nephews a bit too hard and she popped a rib. I thought it was a freak thing that happened until the same thing happened to me a few years later!

My memories of Mamaw are varied. She could make a mean chocolate ‘gravy’ for my breakfast biscuit.

She always doubled up on my name. Vonda Anne always came out as VonDan. I can hear her saying it now. ‘VonDan!, come here and give Mamaw a hug.’. Then it was time for THE KISS. There was never an escape. You were going to get THE KISS.

Through the years I would go and see Mamaw and eat with her. She would make some homemade tomato soup so loaded with hot chow-chow, that you would need a fire extinguisher to cool you down. I could not drink enough tea to cool that heat. Years later she tried to remember her recipe but age had taken that memory.

In the last few years of her life I would go and get her and she would sit and help me peel cucumbers to make pickles or peel tomatoes for canning. Then she would fuss at me and tell me I ought to be ashamed of myself for making an old woman work like that. She didn’t turn down those pickles when they were ready to eat though. “VonDan! Bring me a jar of those pickle we made.”

A few days before she died, she told me she just wasn’t hungry anymore. When I asked her what she thought would taste good, she smiled at me and said a banana split would hit the spot. The next day I packed my cooler full of ice and made a trip to the Sonic and bought a banana split. I took it to the nursing home and when I walked in her room, she was lying on her bed taking a nap. I set the dish on the table and called her name. When she opened those blue eyes and saw that banana split she sat up and clapped her hands. “Ooo! VonDan! I can’t eat that whole thing!” I produced two spoons and we attacked that ice cream like a couple of little kids. She smacked her lips and ate that ice cream with relish. She looked at me and grinned and let out the most unladylike belch! We had the best visit over that one banana split.

When I left her that afternoon, she pointed to the red hat I had given her for her birthday. She had called me one afternoon and told me about a ‘hat contest’ at the nursing home. She wanted to win it more than anything. “VonDan, can you find me a hat? I want a fancy one so I can win this contest.” So I found her a red hat with feathers. She won and she was so proud of that hat. She told me to take it home because she wasn’t going to get to wear it again. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer so I left with the hat.

I can still see her sitting there, head cocked to one side, snow white hair and those ice blue eyes magnified by her glasses, smiling at me. “VonDan, when are you coming back to see me?” Tomorrow Mamaw. I’ll be back tomorrow. She slipped into a coma that night.

It’s been a year since my grandmother said my name.

Hummingbirds

I marvel at God’s creation on a daily basis. Hummingbirds are just an example of God’s work that is truly a wonder. I don’t have a birdfeeder but my neighbors do and those little balls of fluff are really buzzing at the moment. Mom and I have a lot of Lantana that is in full bloom now and those flowers are just covered with the hummers as they are getting ready for the big migration south.
In preparation for the big migration, they make sure they pack themselves full of nectar and insects. Those small birds have to be strong to make such a long flight. Even though hummingbirds are tiny, they have huge appetites. Hummingbirds consume between 3.14 and 7.6 calories a day. That may not seem like much, but if humans (who may eat 3,500 calories a day) had the metabolism of a hummingbird, they would have to consume approximately 155,000 calories a day. That’s about 77 times as much as most humans eat! The hummingbirds’ need for lots of calories is because of their high heart rate and small body size.
Also, when hummingbirds make this incredible journey, they prefer to travel alone. Unlike geese or ducks, traveling in large groups doesn’t increase their chances of survival. Only one bird can feed off of a flower at a time, so waiting for every bird to feed would be a hassle and waste precious time. Also, hummingbirds are so small that predators usually ignore them, so traveling in large groups offers no extra protection. Just because hummers travel alone, however, does not mean that you will not see more than one hummingbird at a time; after all, several may be traveling at the same time and cross paths on their journeys.
They typically travel during the day and rest up at night, except in special situations like that of the ruby-throated hummingbird, which travels over the Gulf of Mexico. It takes more than one day for them to make it across, so the birds must fly through the night until land is reached. Their journey from North America to Mexico typically takes them 2 weeks.
A couple of years ago I was going through ‘painters block’. That is sort of like writers block only with a paint brush. I wanted to paint but nothing was grabbing my attention. I was watching a huge garden spider repairing its amazing web when suddenly a ruby throated hummer flew right into the center of it. It was no match for the web and got all tangled in it. As it struggled to fly with the sticky web coating its feathers it crashed into the side of my house and fell right below the clothes dryer vent. The poor little thing was now covered in dryer lint. It was trying to fly and losing the battle. I then noticed Duchess, my old queen cat, crouching into her predator stance. I was not about to have that little guy become lunch for the kitty so I went over and gently picked him up praying the whole time that he would not peck me.
It was like picking up a cotton ball. He looked at me with his little black eyes and I was looking at that wicked sharp beak. I just knew that I was going to be stabbed. My daughter Erin ran and got some sugar water as I gently pulled the spider’s web off of him and picked the lint off his little body. I dipped my finger in it and held a drop of it in front of his beak and he licked it off! As soon as I finished cleaning him, he jumped on my arm and hopped up to my shoulder. There he sat while I held the sugar water up and he lapped it up. Then he hummed for me! Suddenly he flew away into the trees and then turned around and came back and hovered in my face and hummed again. I think he was saying thank you. At any rate, I went to my drawing board and started drawing hummingbirds. I created several paintings over the next few days of tiny ruby throated hummers. It has become my second favorite bird to draw.
I still sit outside early in the morning before the heat gets to me and watch the hummers as they flit about and every now and then one will hover in my face and hum. I have to wonder if it is the same one that I saved that day. He was sent to me to inspire me to paint. God’s inspiration can be found anywhere one looks; it’s even in spider webs and hummingbirds