GRANDMA, GRANNY, GRANDMOTHER, NANA

Lillie Fitzpatrick Ferris

1891-1966

Whatever you call her, if you had one you can remember with fondness, you are blessed. I've posted about this grandma before but some grandma's are good for more than one post.

Both my folks worked and we lived next doot to grandma so she was the designated kidsitter. I can't possible tell you of all the things she taught me, but most importantly she taught me about the Lord. Not by the sit down, pay attention, Bible thumping way, but by example.

Grandma was merciful and forgiving. She loved unconditionally and had a delightful sense of humor.

Oh yes, another thing about Grandma, she wrote stories and poems by the ream.

I still remember her black typwriter on the table with stacks of paper on either side and I can still hear the clackety-clack as her fingers tried to keep up with the rhymes which seemed to materialize faster than she could type. The fragrance of toasting apple peel on her wood cookstove permeated the little house as the tea kettle bubbled away.

Here are just a few of Grandma's poems

THE LITLE RED SHOES

They were in the shop window and they looked so neat,

I decided to try them on my feet.

They fit just right, perhaps a little bit snug,

And I was as happy as a bum with a jug.

The color was beautiful, shining red,

That color always goes to my head.

So I bo't a pair of red gloves and a little red hat,

No woman on earth could blame me for that.

It's the women who sneer, when I strut by,

The old men ogle and the young men sigh,

I know this effort doesn't make top news,

It's just a tale of a pair of red shoes.

PRIZE BOUQUET

My son Jerry, aged three, a lovely bouquet, bro't to me,

Nine blades of grass, shining green, The prettiest I've ever seen.

Three dandelions of gold, most wonderful to behold,

Fashioned with the utmost care. Who has a bouquet half do rare?

He presented it with charming grace, every blade and bloom in it's place,

The loving gift of a little lad, to make the heart of his mother glad.

ROMANCE

I went to a ball last evening, all dressed in a velvet gown,

The finest of the fine were there, The pride and the pick of the town.

I danced in the arms of many, Why the deuce did I fall,

In love with a handsome waiter, when I didn't wish to at all.

He kissed me twice in the pantry, three more times in the hall,

He has laughing eyes and dimples, and he's way over six foot tall.

Rex asked to take me home in his Cadillac, gold and silver he has a hoard,

But I went home with Jamie in his little, old, model A Ford.

BEV'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

"Forgiveness is most difficult when Yeshua is not invited to the party"

Blessings

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