I chose to
make a shrine for my grandmother because she has been an important person in my
life even though she died before I was able to know he well. She died from
breast cancer when I was four, and though my memories of her are vague, I
missed her greatly. Many of my memories of my time with her are organized
around tangible things, some of which I have and treasure. When I was little, a
lot of my time with my grandmother was spent in her living room. She had a box
of toys for me to play with, and I would sit on the floor and play while she
sat on the couch and talked to me. I have a little toy dragon from that box
that would be in my shrine if it was with me here at school. Since I don’t have
the actual objects with me, I chose similar ones to stand in for them. The
scarf in the bottom of my box represents one of hers that I have. The necklace
represents the costume jewelry that I used to play with at her house, which she
left to me when she died. The owl represents a little porcelain cardinal that
she bought for me at a flea market. When I think of my memories of her, these
objects come to mind.
My
grandmother is also important to me because my father looked up to her and
tells me a lot of stories about her from his childhood. I chose the cinnamon
both because she used to give me cinnamon gram crackers when I left her house
and because it’s important to one of those stories. Nanny was a great cook and
left us many family recipes, but one night she mistakenly made chili with
cinnamon instead of chili powder. The kids told her, but she wouldn’t admit
that it was true. She was a bit stubborn, something I can relate to. These
kinds of stories are also why I chose pictures of her from before I knew her
for the lid of the shrine. My memories of being with her are important, but the
memories that others have shared with me are equally so.
Finally, I
chose to include the book Visions of
Gerard for several reasons. It is probably my favorite book, and I was
never completely sure why until I finished a paper on it at the end of last
term and reflected on it again. It is a story about Kerouac’s older brother,
who died when they were 3 and 9. Gerard was an inspirational figure for
Kerouac, and his mother always held him up as a role model. Though that is not
my experience, I think I relate to the way you remember someone you lose when
you are very young and learn to look up to through stories because of Nanny. This
book is also beautifully written and spiritual, both in Buddhist and Catholic
ways. As a religious woman and an avid reader, I think my grandmother would
have liked it, and it is something I would share with her if she were here.