This is in memory to Granny.

Mine, specifically, but the memory lives in all of us, for all of them.
Stand underneath the gentle spray
Feel soothed by her touch
Follow the waterfall down to Granny's Stories...
For we all know




GRANNY'S SACRED BUTTON JAR
A Childhood Memory

LAUNDRY DAY
Stirring a Cauldron 50 Years Ago

GROWING UP
Living life the old way

BAKING UP A STORM
How to make your neighbors slobber

HOLIDAY SPIRIT
Fried apples vs. fried brains

IN PLANNING:

FAMILY REUNIONS
SUMMER CANNING

FAREWELL, AND BLESSED BE
A Passing Prayer

I AM NOT DEAD, I DO NOT SLEEP
Eternal Life - A Poem

THANKING THE OLD ONES
by Ahneke GreyStone


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