Grandmother Storyteller
Grannie Annie spins tall Texas tales larger than life. This documentary examines how family legends, and stories themselves shape our perspectives and give us strength in the face of adversity.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Remembering Aunt Mary
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Grannie Annie Joins a Sorority & Gets a Cell Phone
There comes that dreaded point for our parents and grandparents, when we realize they can no longer live at home independently anymore. If you’re like me, the thought of a “nursing home” sends a chill through your spine.
At age 86, and with her memory getting worse, it got to that point for Grannie Annie recently. We are blessed that there where a number of options open to her - she could go live with my mom or perhaps have a nurse come and stay with her.
A third option however, presented itself when she was visiting some friends in an "assisted living" house. This house, a far cry from the dreaded nursing home, allows each resident their own apartment which fans out from the common area. The common area includes the dining room, kitchen, TV room and a library. When I went to see her this past weekend, however, there wasn’t much reading going on in the library. Instead, in true Texas fashion, the ladies where gathered around a table playing dominoes. As I toured the house it dawned on me that it looked and felt more like a sorority than an assisted living home.
I was sad when I heard Grannie Annie would be leaving her home. I kept trying to look on the bright side – she’d have 3 square nutritious meals a day and she’d get all of her medication taken on time (she would forget to do that most days). Just as important for a social creature like Grannie Annie however, she would be surrounded by people with whom she could laugh, gossip and play dominoes.
On the way to see Grannie Annie, I stopped by her house to help my mom pick up a few things. It was so strange to see her bedroom and so many of her personal items packed up. The sadness that I had kept at bay by focusing on the bright side returned as I thought of how things used to be. Then I went out to her backyard and looked out across the cattle pasture. I remembered one long walk in particular that I took there nearly 20 years ago – the decisions I made on that walk forever changed the course of my life. Then I realized, I wasn’t just sad for Grannie Annie. I was sad for me too. This major life event of moving out of her home reminded me that I’m getting older too.
I just talked to Grannie Annie on her new cell phone. She’s never had one before, but at her new place it’s the best way to keep in touch with her. Like the rest of us, with any major life change, Grannie Annie has had a sleepless night or 2 at her new place but she’s also happy she’s moved there. She may have had to let go of some things that come with living alone, but she’s OK, because she’s embracing the opportunities that this new phase in her life is bringing her.
Just one more reason Grannie Annie is my hero.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Stirring the Pot While Trying to Stay Purple
Monday, January 18, 2010
My Two Left Feet
As Grannie Annie puts it, she's "danced many a mile" in the dance-halls of Central Texas. That’s what kept running through my head as I stumbled all over my partners’ poor feet to Haybale! last night at the Continental Club. I’ve lived in Texas for over 15 years now, but each time I attempt to Two-Step, my patient partners must whisper, “two to the right, one to the left...that’s right, that’s the Texas Two Step...”, as if it were my first time. Sadly, its not. While I am usually proud of my mixed heritage (1/2 Yankee, 1/2 Texan), when I attempt to Two-Step, I blame and curse my Yankee half for my clumsiness. Of course I realize Yankees can dance, but the love Texans have of taunting Yankees must be hard-wired in my brain and my mind engages in its own, modern, Civil War.
For Grannie Annie music and dancing were an integral part of community life in rural Texas. As a small child, her parents would pack up the children and head to the dancehall off of Court Street in Seguin. The dances were a family affair with children sleeping on quilts and under benches while their parents Two-Stepped through the night. It was at this same dancehall, under the watchful eye of her parents, that a 17-year-old Grannie Annie met my grandfather, a handsome soldier fresh off the farm from East Texas.
While filming Grandmother Storyteller, I've had the opportunity to discover and film traditional Texas music as it lives and breathes today. There are now efforts to revive and preserve the old dance-halls, but in communities sometimes too small to sustain even a post office, local talent has been gathering for years to sing and play the traditional music of the region. Thank goodness for my camera, otherwise my two left feet may have had me banned from these gatherings years ago.
To experience authentic traditional music of the region for yourself, check out the regular jam sessions of the towns and communities listed below. If you know of other gatherings, please let me know!
Harwood
New Braunfels
Runge
Seguin
Tilmon
The photo above features Grannie Annie's Uncle Eddie charming the ladies.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Capturing Fading Memories
I've noticed in filming her over this past year that holding a conversation with her is sometimes challenging - she'll start to talk and within a minute loop back on the conversation and start it again from the top. Other times she'll go off on a completely unrelated topic from which we started. She can't always tell you what happened 30 minutes ago, but she can tell you every detail of exactly what she was wearing the night she met my grandfather at a barn dance in Seguin, Texas nearly 70 years ago.
Last night, my sister-in-law, Donna, and I had a heart to heart. Donna has a bit of knowledge about Alzheimer's and some of the things she said ring true for Grannie Annie. I'm not well informed on Alzheimer's so I don't want to jump to conclusions... but it forced me to confront the reality of Grannie Annie's current physical and mental health.
I slept last night with a heavy heart with this conversation weighing on me. But it did make me extremely grateful that I had begun filming her and her beloved stories when I did. Before she went to bed I curled up in her lap as she sat in her rocking chair and asked in a small voice, "Grandma, tell me a story." On the spot she invented a story about how she had a little baby girl and when she grew up, a little elf brought that little girl her very own magical baby girl. I cried as she spoke and prayed that the moment would never end.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Road Trip!!!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Grannie Annie: "I feel like a blog" and Balancing Film and Family.
I spent this past weekend at Grannie Annie's. I always take my camera with me, but this weekend I was attending a funeral for a soldier killed in Afghanistan and didn't have the strength, emotional or otherwise, to take my equipment or to film.
While attending the funeral I was absolutely moved by the show of support from the soldier's hometown, Yorktown, TX. Those who didn't fit in the church lined the streets for miles with flags and signs of love and gratitude for this soldier. I'm not kidding, they were lined up for miles as we made our way from the church to the cemetery. The whole community showed up; the whole community grieved. It was a surreal event to witness. Having only the camera in my cell phone, I snapped pictures - all I could think was I wanted our soldiers overseas to see this and know how much they are loved and I wound up putting them together in this short video. (Click here for video)
From putting this simple video together, I am reminded of two things: 1/ to not be afraid to take risks and just jump in and make the film (despite having to improvise and shoot on my cell phone and edit in just a few hours) and 2/ despite living in Texas for over 15 years, I am still awed by the beauty of life in these "small" communities.
Back at Grannie Annie's house and with no camera with which to film her, it turned out to be one of the best times I've spent with her in a while - I was able to just "be" with her - which reminded me all over again why she's so special. When I'm filming, it seems I'm always concerned about the shot or the sound and kicking myself for missing something and hoping she'll do it again. I've had a number of offers from other filmmakers to come down and shoot for me, but I've been concerned that a stranger with a camera in her house would kind of wig her out. But on the other hand, she seems to sparkle a bit more when she has company - plus, there is much to our interactions that reveal a lot about her and her influence on me.... hmmmm, one of the major themes of Grandmother Storyteller.... hmmmm, I'm talking myself into something here....
While visiting with Grannie Annie I mentioned that she now has a fanpage on FaceBook and her very own blog. "A blog?", she responded, "well, that's about right, I feel like a blog." I love her way with words.
Sorry, I know in my 1st post I told you Grandmother Storyteller is a lighthearted documentary and these last 2 posts have greatly concerned death. But if I've learned anything from Grannie Annie, it's that life isn't always easy or fair - but it's important to maintain your sense of humor, even when you feel like a blog.