I found a rock heart and brought it to my darling little Gramma Gladys. Her hands are so beautiful to me. She has had such an impact on my life and my family. I have known her for 32 years. Wise and wonderful--with an infinite source of stories (all told with a New York Accent) and plum full of love--that is Gramma.
She reminds me of a little gnome--all bent over with her hair in a nimbus of white. She is only a month older than Dad and every time I see her she is a bit more fragile.
Aren't her hands beautiful? Those hands have taught children how to cook and sew and wiped away the tears of so many little ones. She is amazing--If she could have patented all the things she invented to make life easier, she'd be a millionaire!
I remember when my children had chicken pox. My husband and I had to be away, so she tucked them into her living room and cared for them until we returned. That was what Grandma did. As a young Mom with three bouncing children under the age of six, she often came to my rescue. Her wise words and friendship meant the world to me. I am SO blessed to have Grandma as my dear Friend.
Her legacy is one of love--she has captured all of our hearts with her beauty and tenderness...not to mention a generous smattering of common sense and humor. I love her so much I wanted to share her with you.
Have a lovely day, everyone!
For more heart art, photography and altogether fabulous heart stuff from around the world, visit Clytie at Random Hearts for Guest Heart Thursday.
3 comments:
What a beautiful photo and story of such a great lady. Sounds a lot like my Mother. Hoping you all have a wonderful Easter.
oh beth this is so beautiful... indeed, you are both blessed.
What a beautiful soul she is. I do love the pic of her hands. Old hands remind me of wisdom, life experience and love.
How lucky you are to have each other.
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