Happy Wednesday, my friends!
I hope all of you had a special Easter with family or friends. We had a wonderful day with lots of good food and lots of babies running around. I can't think of anything better 💛
Today I want to share a story with you from my book Notes From A Writer's Heart. It's called Coffee Can of Colors and it's a true story about my grandmother and me.
I hope you enjoy...
If you drive down Hill Road, turn left onto the dirt drive
and through the aluminum gate, you’ll see the wooden house.
Worn and tattered from too many years of
fixing and not enough paint to make it shine.
If you walk up the back steps and through the screen door,
you’ll enter the dining room and kitchen
where a rifle stood in the corner
and meals were cooked day and night.
If you open the bottom cabinet, nearest the back door,
you’ll find a coffee can of colors,
several coloring books and a trail of sugar ants.
It was the first place I looked when I walked inside.
That cabinet full of crayons made me feel like she was
always waiting for me; knowing I’d come again.
I would take my place at the table, with MawMaw straight across.
I remember sugar cubes in her coffee and her red dress on.
I don’t remember what we talked about,
but I remember coloring as we sat.
MawMaw and me and a coffee can full of colors.
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I don't have many memories of my grandmother, but what I do remember is that she loved the color red. She wore red dresses, had red bath towels and red interior in her car. She loved to play the piano and cooked a huge meal every Sunday.
I don't remember her being a warm and fuzzy kind of grandmother, but she spent time playing the piano when I asked her to and she sat with me when I colored. Maybe after raising 7 boys and 2 girls, that's all she had left to give. She was probably tired.
But I did feel special when I walked into her house, opened that cabinet door and always found the coloring books and crayons there waiting for me.
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If you would like to read more of these personal stories, you can purchase the book by clicking on the sidebar photo like the one below.
Until Next Time...
Blessings!

What a treasured memory you shared!
ReplyDeleteYou are a beautiful writer. Thanks for sharing your heart today. Grandmothers are special.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet memory. I wish I had known my grandparents. Thank you.
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