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Maternal Grandmother


What I
remember
about grandma
Lois...
Picking strawberries w/her in Perry City...
Making Red Currant Jelly at her side...
Everything Crochet and Knitting...
Her passion for literature...
Seeing how she enjoyed the idiosyncrasies of watching chickens...
Her unyielding spirited nature...
Traveling w/her to Marine Land in Canada...
Traveling w/her to Bush Gardens in Florida...
Her cupboards and cupboards of Tupperware...
Working for her in the summer...
The big white "marsh-mellow type" coat she bought me to keep my very pregnant belly warm...
Her perseverance through a life of obstacles...
The over-sized meals she would make at our weekly family gatherings...
What I learned from her...
I feel badly for her regarding the stories about her challenging times in life... then I feel disappointed yet understanding with regard to some of her coping choices...
Over the years, I have tried to "fine tune" my ability to develop the "whole picture" when observing any given situation... My grandmother seemed to have an injured heart, a heart full of love that did its best to show love, but occasionally miss fired...
From her experience I try to:
reflect on my choices, evaluate where I have been, recalibrate when needed, openly seek forgiveness for my wrong doings and rebuild "damaged bridges" when necessary...
I also make time for watching the idiosyncrasies of my hens, crochet once in awhile, pick berries in-season, make jelly and have a passion for literature. She was a blessing in my life:-)

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