~A Great Grand-daughter Remembers You Too!~

OMG! This made me cry!! Everytime I think about them I choke up. One major life regret for me was not being there when they passed. They did sooo much for all of us and kept us a 'family'. They never judged but gave their unconditional love freely. I'll never forget the year we brought Packrat and tribe to Christmas- and grandma was all smiles, open arms and sweet Christian spirit. As an adult looking back at that situation-with that one night- she more than earned her spot in heaven. God bless their beautiful souls-and thanks be given for having such profound and beautiful people in our lives!
December 15, 2008 1:31 AM


*Excerpt's from Julieanna Carsen's comments on Gramma and Grandpa Afseth's post*


I also remember her making krumkaka for me to take to class growing up... EVERYONE loved that stuff! One weekend she taught me how to make homemade playdoh- which Matthew and I made one afternoon after school while the Nobles were still at work. We used green food coloring- had a blast... and
I'm sure the green circles on the ceiling are still there from us rolling them into balls and tossing them into the ceiling fan... man we were hellions! I'm making a baby blanket as we speak for a girlfriend of mine in the Army- crocheting of course- as great Grandma taught me on days I stayed with her when I was too sick to go to school.
Four square and SEQUENCE!!--- there's a word FOREVER tied in memory with the Afseth's! Grandpa was ALWAYS competitive! And had that Elmer smirk when he won-and that under his breath whisper, "Let's play again", when he lost. I remember falling and getting bruised up trying to run on that OLDIE hoakie tredmill they had- that you had to push with your feet to move.
Grandma and her Poppies! Grandpa and his stingyness over giving me paper from the credit union- I always liked collecting paper and pens from them for some reason- and I loved going to work with him... they always had 'suckers' there! Going to visit and staying for 'supper' or their specialty... chick soup with dumplings......no one says 'supper' anymore.


They always had the best ice cream-and weird tupperware... recycled margarine tubs. :) Waking up on a Saturday morning at their house and crawling into bed with them as they sipped coffee-and I ate those cardboard wafers with butter or a cookie- grandpa's side of the bed was ALWAYS cold!

Most of all- the memory that in an instant brings back their smell, their faces, their voices, their love and presence..... when I remember the sweet mumble of their voices coming from their bedroom, on nights I stayed over, as they prayed for everyone they knew before falling asleep.



God listened to them. I miss their prayers.
December 15, 2008 2:09 AM