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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 and memories of all whose lives she touched. The photo ( circa 1952) of me and Grandma was taken by my dear father, one of Grandma’s eight children.  ~ Bette A. Stevens

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Comments on: "Grandma’s Legacy: A Poem by Bette A. Stevens" (46)

  1. How in the world did I miss this? What a lovely tribute to your grandmother, Bette. <3

  2. What a beautiful poem, Bette.

  3. Bette, I love your poem and the wonderful memory you have of your Grandmother.
    It is a blessing not all have but like you I was lucky to be surrounded with theses
    faces that shine of love.
    May we all live a life where we can be remembered the same.
    What better epitaph can anyone get.

    • Thank you, Miriam.. We’ve been blessed beyond measure. <3 May our blessings be bountiful toward others. Love is what life's all about! <3 Blessings and love to you and yours, my friend. xo

  4. Bette, better late than never!! I realise this post is four years old but I just saw it via Bernadette’s reblogging…so glad she shared it as this is a beautiful tribute to your grandmother. She reminds me a lot of my own Mormor (maternal grandmother) – such constant love and warmth, deeply religious but never preached…I recall saying our nightly prayers together when I stayed with her, grace before mealtimes…a beautiful start to my Saturday morning and heartwarming thoughts and feelings for the day. Hugs xx

  5. Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.

  6. A wonderful poem, full of love. I too had a very special grandmother and feel her spirit lives on in her 32 grandchildren and numerous great and great-great-grandchildren. Those special women taught us about hard work and love.

    • We are blessed indeed, Darlene! Thanks so much for stopping to visit and for sharing your grandmother’s enduring story. <3 xo

  7. Reblogged this on Haddon Musings and commented:
    Bette gives us a lovely poem about her inspirational grandmother.

  8. Bette, this is truly beautiful. I can only hope that one day my grandchildren will remember me with such love and affection and say they saw the eyes of God in my eyes. Thanks for sharing her story at Feminist Friday.

  9. A very moving tribute.. thank you for sharing Bette. xx

  10. Love is what Grandma was all about! Thanks so much for sharing your Grandma memory, Balroop. I’m smiling as I ‘see’ and ‘feel’ Grandma warming my hands. Indeed, that’s what we call love! Blessings to you and yours, dear friend. 🙂 <3

  11. What a sweet memory! Many thanks dear Betty for stirring lovely memories…I have a few vague ones but one thing is very clear that my Grandma was a wonderful lady…whenever I went to her room after playing in cold outside, she would say… ‘come let me warm your hands, they are so cold.’
    My grandchildren are my lifeline and I hope they would remember me in the same endearing way…I wish one of them would write such a beautiful poem about me! 🙂 That is what we call love!

  12. Reblogged this on Novels by Jennifer Hinsman and commented:
    Beautiful Tribute

  13. When we can’t the words …

    The secret of a poem opens the heart.

  14. This is just beautiful Bette! My grandmother was very different but special. She lived to be 100 and five months. She was a feisty sort and tough but so funny. I miss her too. I wrote a novel loosely based on her memory. Maybe one day I will publish it. It is so nice to know you! BW

    • I can picture her now… YES, a novel would be perfect! Thanks for following; it’s wonderful to have friends to inspire, support and encourage us. That was Grandma! I’m smiling from ear to ear just thinking about yours, now that I’m getting to know her. Thanks for stopping by for a great visit! The only thing missing is a nice cup of tea.

  15. What a moving poem! I never knew any of my grandparents but I always imagined, that if I had, they would be like yours. God bless you for sharing your talent through these wonderful words.

  16. Very nice Bette.

  17. I loved my two Grandmas a lot. My grandma and I used to go to church every Sunday, then come home to a homemade pancake breakfast. I kept the large, ugly brown bowl my Grandpa used to mix the batter in, just to preserve these memories.

    Sounds like your grandma was a fantastic lady!

    • Hi, Lorraine. Thanks for the visit and comment. Grandma was the BEST! Sounds like yours was, too. Weren’t we the lucky kids! I spent time with Grandma B.every summer. She taught me how to sew, crochet, knit, tat (lace making), costume jewelry and wood fibre flowers that were exquisite. We went to church and related events. I helped her ‘perm’ her hair and she taught me that a weak vinegar solution is a great rinse for long, thick hair. And, there’s so much more… lots of love that never ceased. YES, Granda was the BEST! Wishing you the best always, Bette

      • My Grandma Helen was the best cook and baker, ever! She taught me how to knit (sort of) and was a sweetheart. Thanks for helping me remember her.

        Yes, we are very lucky, indeed, to have been blessed to know these wonderful ladies!

  18. Yes, Bette, sometimes we haven’t a clue the legacy we are leaving behind for our children and grandchildren. It might take many years for those dividends to return to us, so the moral is: “Keep doing your best to serve as a model you will be proud for the little ones in your life to emulate.”

  19. I was a very lucky girl, indeed! Every child needs to know how special they are… Yes, let’s keep the light shining… 🙂

  20. a truly wonderful tribute, i enjoyed every rythmic verse. i’m happy for you that you had such a quietly influential person in your life as a child. this poem attracted me because i did not know my grandparents quite as well.

    thank you for sharing this part of your life and keep the::::light::::

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  23. I wish I’d gotten to know either of my grandmothers. Both died before I was 4 years old. I’ve tried to be a good one myself. Thanks for sharing.

  24. A wonderful poem! I never knew my mother’s parents. I did know my Papaw and my Step-Mamaw, who we call just Mamaw. I can still see them in my mind and if I close my eyes and concentrate I can still smell their cologne and perfume. Thanks for sharing this.

    • Hi, Cynthia. Thanks for your comment and for sharing your own memory. It reminded me of the scents and sounds at Grandma’s that I hadn’t thought about in ages. She was always cooking, baking, canning and we were always eating… what delightful days. I almost forgot that she had a parakeet that would tweet and sing to us. Sweet memories. 🙂

  25. I never knew any of my grandparents. They died when I was very young, too young for me to know them. Now I am a grandmother. I hope my granddaughter feels this way about me someday.

    • Your will! It’s so wonderful to be able to share our lives and love with our precious little ones… We’ll help them make special memories, while we treasure our own precious moments with them! How blessed we are…

  26. Yes, you do find Him in the eyes of loving disciples, very alive and not confined to the printed page.

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