Here it is January 24th, and I just saw a photo of my Grandma Babcock on my cousin Fred Hewitt’s Facebook Wall. It reminded me of how much I miss her and what a positive influence she was on all of our lives. Grandma’s Legacy is a poem that I wrote several years ago in honor of a truly great woman, Elizabeth A. Babcock, born January 1, 1898, died January 1, 1975. Grandma lives on in the hearts of memories of all whose lives she touched. The photo with my poem is one of me and Grandma circa 1952.
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Originally posted on 20 Lines A Day:
An oldie but a goodie! Someone once gave this article to me and I guess I saved it just to share with you. I hope it brightens your day.
This essay was written by a third grader, and appeared in the newsletter of the St. Andrews Society of Washington D.C.
A grandmother is a lady who has no little children of her own. She likes other people’s. A grandfather is a man grandmother.
Grandmothers don’t have to do anything except be there. They are old so they shouldn’t play hard or run. It is enough if they drive us to the market and have a lot of dimes ready. When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars. They never say, “hurry up.”
Usually grandmothers are fat, but not too fat to tie your shoes. They wear glasses and…
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