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  MeMaw, PawPaw, Gramma, Granpa, Nana, Grandad, Grandmother or Grandfather, whatever you are called, I wish you all a "Happy Grandparents Day".....I lost my grandfather when I was very young, But I remember my Gramma, a wonderful gentle woman, wearing an apron, "She always wore an apron"; she taught me how to gather eggs, to pick wild greens, she showed me how to tie my movie or candy money in a hankie, she always carried a floral hankie in her purse, one for wiping away tears, and the other for loose change....My own Mother was a wonderful grandparent, she was never afraid to let the child in her show, she played house, she cut out paperdolls, and she drew stick figures to amuse and delight her grandkids,My sister, like many of you, is raising her five year old grandson, and tells me that is what keeps her going....Thank God for Grandparents, they are the backbone of the family, our teachers, our mentors, the kind of parents we hope we have become, their stories, their wisdom and humor are remembered and treasured as yours will be to your grandchildren........

                        GRAMMA WORE AN APRON

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                   She always wore her apron,

                   no matter where she was,

                   She always wore an apron,

                   and I’ll tell you all because;

                   She gathered eggs, and in they went

                   into her apron, like a tent,

                   That held so many different things,

                    like fresh picked beans, and tender greens.

                    It was her badge of honor,

                    and it kept her dresses clean,

                    She used it often to wipe her hands,

                    and many other things.

                    She always ironed her aprons,

                     a fresh one every day.

                    One always hung by the kitchen sink,

                     and was never in the way.

                    I used to wear an apron,

                     wonder when I stopped,

                    Was it because the times had changed,

                      a tradition has been dropped?

                    I’m glad I have these memories

                     of days that are no more,

                    Of gramma in her apron,

                      standing smiling at the door.

                                                             jen