I usually went to see my grandmother every Thursday so was very surprised when I got her urgent call to come see her on Wednesday. I heard the message on my answering machine. She needed me today.My husband, Ray, was busy working on his sermon for the following Sunday so I rearranged some of my appointments and left within the hour. I knew Grandmother would be having breakfast downstairs in the dining hall of the fancy senior center where she now had an apartment. It woul...
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One of my biggest problems when I started school was keeping my mouth shut. Especially, if I was just trying to be funny. I got in more trouble trying to be funny than I ever did actually misbehaving. Junior High was a different story but we will save that one for another time. I am talking getting a spanking for reciting the alphabet.Does that shock you, well it shocked me too. I will give you the conversation and let you decide if the switch I had to go find and give my grandmother was correct...
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Going with my grandmother to the beauty salon was always an adventure. The other ladies there always knew what everyone else was doing and what they were supposed to be doing. One particular day stands out in my memories.We were all greeted warmly by the other ladies. Some were under dryers, some still in chairs, and still some waiting. My sister and I settled in next to Gussy, Aunt Lilly, and Grandmother in chairs along the wall. Gussy had handed my sister a magazine to look at the pictures and...
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There are a couple of "coal in the stocking stories" my grandmother used to tell me.One: A proud but poor man had 3 daughters that had reached the age to marry. The problem was, he had no dowry to give them. Through Christmas magic; Sainta Clause secretly gave the family enough money to allow their daughters to start their lives out with their new husbands.He did this by placing the money in some stockings that were drying by the fireplace. When word spread abu the miracle; the custom of putting...
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A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty...
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