A sharing of names, and of stories, bonds two family members
together. She’s ready to hear more stories, she’s “holding a tape recorder”
waiting for her to wake up. This desire to know about our ancestors’ is common
in the LDS culture; as is the sharing of names. How often while performing
ordinances for family members in the temple, do you hear the same name?
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| My grandmother, Alice Clariece Ricks Christensen |
I reflect on my grandma, my grandpa, and my family while
reading this poem. My grandma Alice was sick and in bed for a long time. I
often sat by her bedside. My grandpa cared for her relentlessly for nine years.
My husband’s grandmother’s name is also Alice, and this is what he wants to
name our baby girl, who is coming in April. I haven’t been so sure about it,
and I don’t know if I still am. But coming from my great-uncle’s funeral just
now, I realized how much I love my family, especially those older than me who
have worked so hard to pave a good life for me. Naming my baby Alice wouldn’t
just be a tribute to my grandma—it would be a gentle, sweet reminder to my own
mother of her mother; to my grandpa of his wife, and to my husband and I of the
wonderful grandmothers we have known and loved. And it is this legacy of
remembering and honoring our family that has Latter-day Saints reusing names. I
believe there really is a special meaning in the sharing of names.
When Sally Stratford (the author) starts off mentioning that
the two of them share names, you sense there is a bond between them. Then, she
continues with detailed imagery to further paint the physical scene of things
around her—her ring like “a heavy rock of salt”, her chair—which is “a pink
velvet chair”. But she further lets us see what she is seeing, her sweet gentle
grandmother. Sally uses a simile to describe her grandmother’s sagging, aged skin
“like pie crust draping over apples”. There are tender descriptions of her
grandmother, and sweet reminiscing on the stories already once told. We know
this time together will soon end—as the author alludes to her grandmother’s passing
that is just around the corner. However, the end doesn’t make me feel sad. It
seems like it is time, and that all will be well. The sun will still shine, and
the stories will still live, as will her grandmother’s name and the legacy associated to it.
-Lizzy S.
(419 words)
Poem: "Inheritance", Sally Stratford, page 400
