We’ve been trying to think of a name for our little piece of land here in the Pacific Northwest. On the morning that my Grama passed away, I was looking out the kitchen window at our pasture and it came to me. It seems so obvious and clear now. We would name our farm after Grama.
Grama grew up on a large farm. Her parents were some of the first homesteaders in the Methow area. Right in between Twisp & Winthrop, near the river. They were Irish and hard, honest workers. Grama grew up and moved away to Wenatchee and later married. She did not marry well. I will spare the sad details, but she ended up raising four kids on her own. And putting herself through nursing school. She never complained. Ever. She always had a smile on her face and was upbeat and positive. She never said an unkind word about anyone. Ever. She would later win numerous awards for her volunteer work. Some of her work included making quilts for the babies of unwed mothers. She was non judgmental and kind hearted. She once passed a college girl while on her morning walk. The girl made eye contact and was crying. Grama started talking to her and ended up bringing her home. They had tea and homemade cookies (Grama was always baking). The young girl was just homesick and needed a friend.
Grama has been an inspiration to many her entire humble life. As we face many obstacles and challenges, I can only hope that we approach them with the positive attitude and smile that my Grama would have had.
Welcome to “Grace Farm”....
Head soap pot scrubber and humble co-owner of Grace Farm.