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My small granny

1/2/2012

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My small Granny gave me love. I always felt welcome in her house. I always knew that she wanted the best for me. In a confusing world, I felt safe in her house. 
Granny's house meant hugs and apple pie. The warmth of the range (stove) and a feather quilt. It meant picking pea pods in the garden and shelling them into a bowl. Granny's house meant feeding the hens and chamber pots under the beds. It meant hand washing clothes and washing ourselves with face cloths and kettles of boiling water cooled down with jugs of cold water. Granny's house meant oil cloth on the kitchen table and strong, milky tea with heaps of sugar.  It meant stories by the fire at night and card games. There were great adventures too, like picking cockles and periwinkles on the shore line or watching the fishermen bringing live eels onto the pier and squealing when we saw their many teeth.
There was a rhythm to each day in my small Granny's house. Life was simple and love was all around. 
I was blessed to have my grandmother in my life for 23 years. And even now I still feel her love in my heart. 

Claude Steiner, one of the leaders in the field of Transactional Analysis, wrote that every child needs the certain knowledge of being loved by just ONE person in order to live a happy fulfilling life. My small Granny gave me that certainty. 
Who gave it to you?
  
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Astro Gremlin link
1/3/2012 08:43:22 pm

Genealogy takes a lot of effort, skepticism, more effort, and careful documentation. You will wonder why no one else in your family shares your passion to find *their* roots. But someone has to remember, and be the family historian. If it's you, welcome to the club. May your microfilm reader never break, may the census years all coincide with your ancestors lives, and may all your family names be rare.

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Martine Brennan link
1/4/2012 06:55:00 am

Astro, many thanks for your genealogy good wishes and your understanding of the work involved. I had a fun one lately when a family member commented on all my hard work saying "I knew all that". I really wanted to say "well then why didn't you TELL me?"

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ellen neumann link
2/27/2012 07:17:37 am

I had a Nana, the most beautiful human being every to grace this planet. May God have mercy on her, I miss her so !

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Martine Brennan link
2/27/2012 02:02:27 pm

The best grannies leave a gap Ellen... but I truly believe she is part of me now. I really wouldn't be me without her.

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