My Grandmother lived in a big house on Springfield Street, Green Forest. Grandpa died in 1954. She was only 63. She sold her farm and bought a house in town and took in boarders. She was self sufficient. When I was growing up, my Grandmother was always there in her two story house in town. I did visit with her a lot, but I wish I had taken time to see more in her heart and mind. I could have spent 100s of afternoons learning of her hardships, joys, and early life. I did not. I stayed with her like it was a hotel. Oh, if I could go back and have another chance, I would love to talk once more to her.
I wish I had another chance
To talk to my Grandmother!
Oh, the questions I would ask
About her father, sisters, brother!
Oh, to have just one more visit
Sitting in that old porch swing--
I would find out each detail
I'd ask about everything!
Grandma's gone; it's too late,
But I am going to do my part
So all of my grandchildren
Know about my life, my heart!
3 comments:
So sad!
Yes, it is sad!
She had a big home! I think we all feel the same way about our Grandmothers! My Paternal Grandmother died when I was almost 4 years old so I did not get an opportunity to know her only through others. :)
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