Grandmothers in Disguise

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Slender stature about 5 foot-four

Smiles flashing love to every child

Twinkle in eyes probing each heart

Hands nursing many a child’s hurt

Arms protecting little ones from harm

Vibrant aprons holding treats to eat

Making the finest filled cookies about

Doting time for grandchildren at play

Nurturing interest in outdoor fun

Finding those lucky 4-leaf clovers

Picking lilacs and planting those pansies

Joyfully sharing antique doll collection

Letting grandchildren help with chores

Always dressed prim proper and clean

Truly loved her family and they knew it–

This was my gramma and mighty protector

Thank you Lord for such a rich treasure

God’s angel in disguise and homeward bound

Far too early–I still lament her passing.

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Day 8  NaPoWriMo

Who Inspired You?

 

©Jeanne E. Webster

What family member has inspired you the most?  Would you like to share that someone special with us?

My maternal grandmother was my inspiration.  She was truly an angel in disguise.  As a small child, I knew I was safe from harm whenever she was near.  My family was dysfunctional and experienced many violent ups and downs brought on by an alcoholic stepfather.  Grandma was the strength my mother lacked and showered me and my siblings with happy displays of affection.  Hugs and kisses were as normal with her as breathing.  I would beam with joy whenever she would let me help her do light housework or iron grandpa’s handkerchiefs.  She was a pretty lady and always smelled so good.    During our annual spring visit, she would plant the prettiest flowers.  Pansies were favorites, along with geraniums and marigolds.  She had tons of lilac bushes, and we shared a secret 4-leaf clover patch.   

Grandma died when I was 16 years old, yet some days I still sense her presence.    I can almost see her heartwarming smile and feel her gentle arms surrounding me with love and comfort.   That was my gramma, the kindest person I’ve ever known.  If I reflect even an ounce of her gracious character, the world is all the better for it.

About Me

Jeanne @ 70

Born in central Massachusetts of blue-blood ancestry, I grew up under the low-end middle class umbrella, where you didn’t starve to death but wore lots of hand-me-down clothes.  I joined the Army early on as an Army brat , moved almost every three years, ended up graduating from high school in Germany.  My early adulthood was spent as a soldier’s spouse and mother of four children; the marriage dissolved after severe conflicts that emanated from Vietnam deployment.  God has blessed me with seven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

I’ve worked as a nurse’s aide, certified medical tech, veterinarian assistant, Home Health Care assistant, and freelance writer.  I’ve had my share of ups-and-downs, marital flops, severe domestic abuse, and growing up finally at the age of 59.  Melons mellow out after a while, and I must say I have also.  I’m 70 now, happily married and growing older kickin’ and screamin’ all the way!

I learned  to write my name in kindergarten with that old song, “My name is Jeanne Webster…” and  have been writing non-stop ever since.  Non-fiction is my first love but lately I have ventured into the fiction domain.  As you can see from my offerings here, I love prose also.  Curiosity draws me into new territories and techniques, as I believe challenges are excellent stimulants for the spirit.

My third “I” is that I am a Christian and take my faith in Jesus Christ most seriously.  He is the focus of all my endeavors and the reason I am who I am.  My trust in Him is absolute, having learned early on that people will fail you.  He won’t, never has,  and never will.   I have studied many a doctrine, been a member of numerous denominations  (from Catholic, Presbyterian, Baptist, and back to Catholic.)  Presently I do not hold membership in any church.  I feel there are too many man-made doctrines infused into the church’s religion and therefore I present myself to Christ alone.  Christianity is not a religion but a way of life.  Praise the Lord!  Shalom

~ Jeanne E. Webster