
Especially Gardenias 
The sweet aroma of gardenias on a warm summer day takes me
back to a little house in South
  Carolina Carolina   
My grandmother was born in 1890. Not even five feet tall,
she was a petit beauty with deep blue eyes and a contagious laugh. Once while
visiting a zoo; she drew quite a crowd when she laughed at a parrot who parroted
her laughter back at her. This caused her to laugh all the more causing the
parrot to mimic her again. The cycle continued for quite a while. They were the
zoo’s biggest attraction that day.
In 1911, she married my grandfather, a country doctor who
could not afford an engagement ring. His bride wore a plain gold band. Twenty
one years later he surprised her with a diamond ring. He had scrimped and saved
for years!
Life was not easy for her. Her oldest child, a son, became
progressively crippled. No one knew why. Even his father, the physician, was
stumped. My grandmother watched as her first born began to decline as a
teenager. She stood bravely beside him, as he lost his ability to walk, became
wheelchair bound, and eventually died at the age of 28. Later, her husband too
died from a heart attack leaving her a widow with one child still at home.  
In 1956, my parents became foreign missionaries to Africa . Shortly afterwards, my grandmother was diagnosed
with a serious disease. When, I was born and given my grandmother’s name, there
was no quick way to get news from Africa to the US 
She was lying in a hospital bed. Her usual chipper, in love
with life, personality was uncharacteristically despondent. She was alone when
there was a knock on her door. In walked a nurse with a letter in her hand…
from Africa ! Her mood lifted immediately and
she made a decision. To that baby, born half a world away in the jungles of Africa , her namesake, she would leave her diamond
engagement ring. 
I have vivid memories of this lovely woman for whom I am
named. I remember her laughter. Visiting her was a delightful treat! She told
stories, read adventure books, sang songs, and let us push her wheelchair
around her beautiful, flower filled yard. And Oh! – The flowers! Roses,
daisies, carnations, camellias, and gardenias – especially gardenias!
As I write this, I look at my ring. It’s a brilliant cut
diamond set in an antique, “Old Mine” setting. I look at the ring and think of
the woman who gave it to me. And then I remember her laughter and her flowers –
especially gardenias!
 
