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Updated on August 16, 2011

Another Year....A Dedication To My Grandmother...

Another day and another hour, thinking of the times in my childhood in the South eating grapes from your vines on that long wooden fence. You were the light in my night and when mom disappeared one day gave me hope.

I will never forget the meals that you cooked just for me and all of the treats left in the cookie jar for me to feast on over and over again. Afterall I was trying to heal my childhood pain and you gave me the recipe for happiness one word at a time. Thank you.

You had known of my dispair and your tender voice always brought me a big sense of calm even as I grew into an adult. I remember my times in Georgia in Stone Mountain with cousins and then our visits to that small town Lawrenceville so long ago. Aunt Junie and Corribelle with their floral dresses, pretty hats and that lovely old-fashioned porch. All of my aunts names ended with an "e" and then I soon lost track of the names of all your Southern friends. They all sounded like names in a very famous novel that I had not read yet. Afterall I was still too young to read a book with so many words. I remember Myrtle for her lovely rum balls that she made just for you each and every year, even when you moved to California to help raise me. She never missed a year to send you her homemade treats and you always shared them with your close friends and family. As the priest at your funeral many years ago stated as he wiped a tear from his eye, "you could never be replaced." Never.

When I think of my childhood I think of all of the pretty china and tea in Lawrenceville in that old house and then in your home many years later when you moved to be closer to me. I remember the many trips down to the lake when I was young to spend time with family and the adventures out on the boats near Stone Mountain. Ofcourse I will never forget catching fireflies in the dark. I often wonder what my life would be like if mom was still alive and living there in the South?

This part of my history so in the past yet so much a part of my inner map of who I am. Since mom, your only daughter was an authentic Southern Bell, would I have been more like her if she raised me? Would I have less "gold" in my heart that was placed there by people with different desires growing up in Hollywood, California? Would I have been nurtured and not abandoned by a woman who brought me to this world. Would I be "who I am now" if she decided to stick around?

Deep down, I know that I would be "who I am" nomatter what and because of you I was forever loved. Your "faith" is what helped me become me because nomatter how much pain you felt losing your husband and then your only daughter, you held strong. It was never in a loud voice or in your walk or struggles. It was always in your voice and the way you let me know in little ways. When you left this earth a few days after I got the call from you on January 1st, I heard the panic in your voice, but you stood strong still. You called me because you knew that I was like you, strong in faith and spirit and I learned from the best.

Many years later I sit here today writing about how much you meant to me. I often think of you and your lovely voice messages on my voicemail when I was busy and wonder what sort of great dessert you are cooking up right now. I guess I sort of call this writing "Ode To the Old." My memories of you so long ago. Thank you for what you gave me. I am forever blessed to have had you in my life. You were a fantastic grandmother, mother and friend.


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      Take me to the Bridge 6 years ago

      Your G.M. bridge for the weight of your soul.

      A bridge over this dark time in your life.

      Yet you call forth the good and provide a sense of comfort for this reader. Thank you.

      This bridge could not be washes out by rain or wind or flood. Only swaying in the wind, never breaking.

      Your journey, your page, a bridge back to her.

      And you take us to her.

      Thank you for sharing her soul.

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      GPAGE 6 years ago from California

      Well LORD.....DO TELL!!!!! Sounds really interesting! Thanx for stopping by and leaving your comment....Sounds like your grandma would make a great hub!!! Best, GPAGE

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      Joseph De Cross 6 years ago

      Hey Gpage. nice story. We have a tale to tell..mY grandma was some kind of foreteller and she used to read the cards!


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      lemmyisgod 7 years ago

      Hey G

      You might wanna check out this:

      Same sentiments - same love.


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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California

      The Rope.....thank you again for your loving and kind means a lot to me......I'm so happy that I carry my grandmothers spirit and faith within me........G

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      The Rope 8 years ago from SE US

      What a beautiful heart she must have had - it shines through you in everything you write. Thank you for sharing this grand lady's spirit with us.

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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California

      Yea!!!!! Intuitivemom is here! SO HAPPY I AM la la la la la !!! G

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      Intuitivemom 8 years ago

      Love this....Brought wonderful memories and emotionals into the evening...XXOO

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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California

      James.......thank you so much for coming by and leaving your warm and kind words. I hope you are cozy tonight. Best, G

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      James J Mills 8 years ago from Northern California

      Wonderful Hub G.... The love comes through with every word. Well done and enjoyable. JM

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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California is so nice to see you here! Thanks for stopping in and leaving your comment.....I'm looking forward to trying some of your recipes! Best, GPAGE

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      Holle Abee 8 years ago from Georgia

      G, this is a glorious tribute, not only to the people, but to a way of life, as well. I often long for simpler times. A big thumbs up!!

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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California

      Jess.....what a beautiful comment! Thank you so much for coming here and making me feel good ;

      Best, G

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      Jess Killmenow 8 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

      A beautiful tribute. It is a rich person who goes through life knowing that they are loved. :)

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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California

      viryabo! Thank you again for leaving such warm and lovely words.....I would like to visit family there again one day.....I do remember a lot! I heard Atlanta has changed so much......would be interesting! Best, G

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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California

      cheaptrick! I can sort of father was 60 when I was born, we were both strong and had power struggles once in a while.....but thankfully I got to really bond with him before he died at the age of 92. I sorta wish I gave him a bit "more credit" instead of rolling my eyes sometimes!!! ha.......he did almost live a century! ha I do miss him too......very much.....I wrote about him and his music and fame, but I may write about the simple things at home...."his wisdom." Best, G

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      GPAGE 8 years ago from California

      David! Thank you so much for your comment. I was missing my family a lot this holiday season. This was a way to express it. I will check out those recipes! ha

      Best, G

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      viryabo 8 years ago

      Your grandmother sounds like she was a beautiful and caring woman. Its so heartwarming to be able to hold fond memories of a loved and cherished one.

      The South of the US is a very unique place. With great food too! I lived in Atlanta over 28 years ago as a student and i vividly remember Stone Mountain.

      Great hub G. Happy memories.

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      cheaptrick 8 years ago from the bridge of sighs

      Hi G.You are so lucky to have been able to appreciate your grand ma while she was still alive...

      My dad was older when he and my mom produced me.

      I always rejected his wisdom because I was so strong willed

      then he died.

      I would give a hundred grand to spend One year with him know...

      Often I light the candles in my shrine and meditate on the lessons he tried to teach me in life...

      I miss him terribly...


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      Russell-D 8 years ago from Southern Ca.

      G-very moving. It sounds like you both loved and learned from Grandma. My mother's mom was like that to me. Very non pompish, came from Hungary and in rooms back of a candy store she & my grandfather ran in Brooklyn, baked the most marvelous breads, cakes, pastries and cookies. I wrote about her in the Hungary chapter of A La Carte. Talk about cooking..... SOUTHERN, you should be a fan of Habee; she always posts Southern Recipes. David Russell