Every year has life lessons.
I think this year has been the year for gratitude.
Especially when I think of my grandmother.
My grandmother Maudie was a twin. She was born in 1920. Her father passed away when Grandmother and Aunt Mamie were only 5 years old.
How would you like to be a widow in 1925?
My great-grandmother said they would have starved to death if Mrs. Thrasher wasn’t always sending food over because she accidentally “cooked too much”.
I also remember my Granny Acker’s automatic response when we told her someone else was coming to eat.
“Well, we will just have to add a little water to the soup.”
It always confused me.
“But we aren’t eating soup”, I would think to myself when I was a kid.
I now understand.
Sometimes it’s your soup, sometimes it’s your heart.
There’s always room for one more person.
Thanks Mrs. Thrasher.
True kindness that lives on almost 90 years later.
Not because anyone patted theirselves on the back bragging about a good deed.
I never met my grandmother or Mrs. Thrasher. The story was just passed down.
My Aunt Genevieve had a great memory, a good way of telling things, and a niece that loved to listen.
Don’t laugh, be thankful…