MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER

  
Her hands were gnarled and disfigured from years of arthritis – a hefty woman of less than five feet tall. Her swollen legs were encased in stretchy elastic bandages. Though her short body was bent and disabled, her mind was as sharp as a tack. I never saw her wearing anything but a black dress with a dainty crocheted lace collar. Her peppered white hair was always braided into a bun.

Her six foot husband towered over this diminutive character. Her face was almost always stoic and sullen. I rarely saw her smile and when I did it was ever so slight. She wasn’t one to show her emotions – until her children bought her their one of the first televisions purchased in the small town. She thought it a frivolous gift and a total waste of money.

There wasn’t much on the tube in those early years except local news shows, some children’s programming and WRESTLING. It didn’t take the woman long to become addicted to these staged events. She was convinced that it was absolutely true.  

She would wring her lace handkerchief tightly around her twisted fingers. Her wrinkles seemed to deepen as she became involved in the “contest.” When it was over, she ranted on and on about the savage behavior of the two wrestlers. She didn’t miss an opportunity to tell anyone about what she had witnessed and how vulgar it was.
The next Saturday, she would plant herself in front of the TV and go through the same thing all over again.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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4 Responses to MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER

  1. Wally Fry says:

    How cool that you have that picture of them!

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  2. Terri says:

    I barely remember my great grandmother, she had a bun of grey hair other than that I was so young that I do not remember much about her. Your post reminded me of my grandmother on my mom’s side of the family, she was in front of the tv every Saturday night watching Lawrence Welk, I would sit in her lap and she would brush and brush my hair I can still her her singing along in my ear.
    Loved your post and the picture!

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    • atimetoshare says:

      Thanks, Terri, she was quite a character. People were so stoic in those days. Looking at old pictures makes you wonder if they ever had fun.

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