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| GRANDMA'S HANDS |
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| THE HANDS THAT CARED FOR ALL THEY COULD, WITH STRENGTH AND LOVE THEY ALWAYS WOULD. EVERYDAY MUNDANE CHORES, IT DIDN'T MATTER, ANYTHING SHE COULD FROM MAKING CLOTHES TO MENDING TATTERS. |
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| THOSE HANDS WASHED CLOTHES AND DISHES, COOKED ALL THE MEALS AND GRANTED WISHES. THEY STAYED BUSY FROM DAWN TIL AFTER DARK AS SHE TENDED TO NEEDS AND LOVED WITH ALL HER HEART. |
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| SHE WAS VERY BEAUTIFUL, ANYONE COULD SEE. THAT'S WHY PAPA SWEPT HER OFF HER FEET. THEY WERE MARRIED YOUNG AND STARTED A FAMILY. THEN CAME MY MOTHER, IRMA LEE. |
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| MOTHER HAD FOUR SISTERS THAT BROUGHT GRANDMA JOY, THE LAST TO BE BORN TURNED OUT TO BE A BOY. THEY ALL GREW UP AND HAD FAMILES OF THEIR OWN, AND WOULD TAKE ALL US GRANDKIDS TO GRANDMA'S HOME. |
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| GRANDMA'S HANDS HAD STARTED TO AGE BY THEN, YOU COULD SEE THE YEARS OF WORK IN HER SKIN. SHE LOVED ALL THE FAMILY AND TRIED SO HARD TO TELL, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US ABOUT HEAVEN AND HELL. |
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| SHE WENT TO A BAPTIST CHURCH DOWNTOWN ON BONNER STREET, EVERY SUNDAY SHE WOULD SHAKE HANDS WITH ALL THAT SHE'D MEET. THOSE HANDS HAVE HELD SO MANY PRECIOUS MEMORIES, THAT ONLY SHE'LL BE ABLE TO TELL, WHEN WE REACH ETERNITY. |
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| SHE LOVED TO PLAY PIANO AND TAUGHT HERSELF WELL, YOU'D SAY "GRANDMA PLAY FOR ME" AND SHE''D SAY "SIT A SPELL" SHE NEVER LEARNED TO READ THE NOTES, BUT COULD HEAR. AND EVERY TUNE SHE PLAYED, GOD GAVE HER BY EAR. |
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| ONE DAY SHE GOT A LITTLE ORGAN, AND LOVED TO PLAY THAT TOO, MANY TIMES WHEN I WOULD VISIT, SHE'D ASK ME TO PLAY A TUNE. ALWAYS JOLLY, LOVING AND KIND, CAN'T EVEN RECALL A TIME, WHEN SHE WAS CROSS OR OUT OF SORTS, THIS GRANDMA OF MINE. |
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| I CAN SEE THOSE HANDS TODAY, SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME, THE LOVE THEY SHARED WITH ALL WHO CAME TO SEE. THAT BEAUTIFUL LADY OF GOD WHO ALWAYS LOVED US SO. IS UP IN HEAVEN TODAY, WITH PRETTY HANDS, NO WRINKLES TO SHOW. ~ ~ WRITTEN BY SHIRLEY P. BARR ~~ IN MEMORY OF MY GRANDMOTHER NORA McGOWAN |
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