Category Archives: grandmother
MEET GREAT-GRANDMOTHER, VICKY
Great-grandmothers did not exist looking like this in my day, past or present. 😀 Did I say that right? Great grandmother? Yes, but she got a little boost, maybe three years by a grandson who came into her family from a … Continue reading
GRANNETH’S PET?
Edith Murray was called Granneth by her family. She liked it much better than Grandma Edith. The little ones learned quickly to say something that sounded like Granneth. Her grandchildren were always anxious to show off their new ones as … Continue reading
JADALYN JUMPS INTO HER 12th YEAR
Making use of the birthday jump rope. This is the first of your birthdays that you are taller than I. I remember when your legs got too long to put them in my face on my pillow. And I remember … Continue reading
LETTER TO KENLYN
I’m glad to find this. I need to read it to Kenlyn now that she is five. She is still my youngest great granddaughter. My dear one-year-old Kenlyn, In our family, you are the youngest, I am the oldest except … Continue reading
THE RUN-AWAY – SOMEBODY’S “PICK”
Okay, friends, there is not really a poster. Sometimes you believe me even when I write fiction so I want to clarify. Just some thoughts coming together with a compassion for run-a-ways and their families. I wrote something recently about … Continue reading
HEY, WAIT UP, I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOU……
I saw on Face Book that a group of mothers signed a petition to ask one of their friends to dry up about the daily/hourly achievements of her infant daughter. Well, if you think mothers are bad, you should just … Continue reading
LETTER TO JADALYN GRACE
Jadalyn, when I “wake up the house” I think of you, when I was take my meds, I think of you, when I put things in the pantry, I think of you, and when I sit in the rocker in … Continue reading
Angry Andrew
He was known as Angry Andrew; Any mistake and his temper flew. People stepped aside, Until the day he died Without a friend to bid him adieu. ————– I picked up my five and seven year old great-granddaughters for a hundred … Continue reading
Lucky? Me?
Tender little hand on my shoulder awakening me from sleep. “Grandma, the baby wants you,” she said. Helpful little hands keeping sister from falling. Victorious little hands grasping air, doing a balancing act. Skillful little hands coloring in the lines. Careful … Continue reading
Sweet aroma 