Vintage French Enamel Stove
Remembering my Grandmother Mame’ Jeanne
August 18, 1888 – July 9, 1973
Mame’ Jeanne was the only grandparent I knew. She welcomed me into the world with great kindness and love, teaching me everything I now cherish, most especially Faith.
A strong yet humble woman with persevering faith, Jeanne Davin became widowed early in life losing her husband, son and raising three daughters while operating the family butcher shop. Then came the German occupation, life became dangerous – Thank God, my family survived.
The stove above resembles the one that kept us warm in winter. Her favorite room was the kitchen where she would concoct superb French meals, teaching me how to cook and showing me how to iron perfectly on the butcher block table…so thankful she infused the love of being woman. Besides that and more, she was an impeccable seamstress and cut her own patterns for customers and loved to surprise me in donning the prettiest original dresses growing up.
As if yesterday, these magical moments spent together still resound fresh in my heart…especially when she took me to Lourdes and when we saw on TV man walking on the moon.
This is the iron gate through which I last saw my Mame’ Jeanne so many years ago. Through the gate she placed in my hand her lifelong amethyst rosary from Lourdes. Today, holding it, praying with it, reaffirms all these affectionate memories of my dear French grandmother.
PS: I once had a beautiful dream with her. My mother had just passed away and I was yearning for my family. I was searching for them holding on a long scroll, when my grandmother appeared and said to me: “write now, when you finish writing all your stories, I will be there waiting for you.”