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Granny Gums,

Where do I begin…? You were the 1^st person (besides my mother) to teach me the skills I would need to be a good daughter, wife & mother. I have lots of fond memories of you.  I’m going to touch on a few of them.

1.       Teaching me how to sew buttons on scraps of fabric. I would sit for hours in the living room, w/missy next to me, going thru the bottom rt hole, into the top rt hole, over to the bottom lft hole, into the top lft hole. Repeating these steps 3-4 times to make sure that the button was secure. I would run to you & say “LOOK, I did it.” You’d kiss & hug me, telling me what a good job I did. Then you would say, “Now do it using an X stitch.”  Off I would go for a few more hours. I am now a Great button fastener, thanks to Granny.

2.       Dying eggs for Easter. This turned out to be one of my favorite pass times with Granny. Granny taught me to crack the eggs on the table before dunking them in the food coloring. I remember looking at her with a puzzled look, thinking to myself, has granny lost it? I shrugged my shoulders, did as I was told for Granny was always right & always had a reason for doing things a certain way. “HER WAY.”  We dyed all the eggs, let them cool. We started peeling them for the mac & potato salads that we were going to have for Easter dinner. To my surprise, the dye leaked thru the cracks & made marble eggs. I remember those salads looking so festive & colorful. I still use this technique today when I make salads for Easter dinner.

3.       Final memory. This one is hard for me. Have you ever cooked a meal & something did not turn out right. Like too salty or too runny… Well I have & the first person I would call is not my mother, it’s Granny. She always had great cooking disaster remedies & recipes. I’m going to miss “Calling Granny” when I forget an ingredient for a family recipe or have one of my cooking disasters. I hope that my aunts & uncles learned some of granny’s secrets because I’LL BE CALLING YOU.  To conclude, I want to read a poem of how, I feel, Granny would have wanted us to be after her departure from us.

Weep not for me though I have gone into the gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul’s sweet flight.

I am at peace, my soul’s at rest.

For with your love I was so blessed.

There is no pain, I suffer not,

The fear now is all gone.

Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath.

Remember not the strife.

Please do not dwell upon my death,

BUT CELEBRATE MY LIFE.

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Love you, Granny Gums. Keep Angel with you for I know you will love her in heaven like you have loved us here on earth.