My Granny can cook up a mean country breakfast, and she always has cookies in the gallon jar. She can knit and garden, bake home made bread, you name it she can do it.
She told me once that she used to make bed sheets from old flour sacks, and sew her own underwear.
She’ll always greet you with a strong hug saying, “Give us a squeeze.” And she doesn’t mind pinching anyone’s ass. She’s not afraid to say what she thinks, and don’t worry, she will.
She loves to tell stories from the past and I love to hear them. She talks about her sisters and brothers, her parents, their siblings, and on and on. She has photos, too. She’d love to show them to you.
She is strong, and will overcome anything. I know a few young ladies who have inherited that gene.
She has poured out her life in service to others, whether helping raise her own siblings, or working as a nurse, having her own family, to caring for ailing in-laws, and serving her own brothers at the farm.
Though life is hard, Granny always knows it could be worse. You can always count on her to joke around, no matter what the circumstance.
Crooked Creek Church is where she wants to be Sunday morning, just like she has been for so many years. Of one thing I am sure, Granny has faith, I can see it in her eyes. And when things are hard, and we can’t find words to express, I am comforted to know, that this is where God still speaks in his still small voice.
May God Himself be your comfort through this time.
We love you.
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Dear Granny,
Here is to you-someone who has been broken by lifes heartaches, comfused by lifes ironies and still strong enough to know that we cannot stand in our own strength. Here is to you, who taught me how to make a bed, mix up anything without a recipe and smile when you want to cry. Who cussed with me about my broken life and then held me. I was married in your wedding dress.
Here is to your goofy sense of humor I love so much.
Here is to a country darling who knew what committment is. And shows us everyday by remembering each child and grandchild in prayer.
Here is to you our family matriarch, down but not out, age only makes you more precious.
With much love,
Ruth for All of us.
thank you for writing this.
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