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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Parent (11/16/06)

TITLE: When Your Grandma Was A Little Girl
By Edy T Johnson


Mama tells me I’m Grandma’s pet, ‘cause I’m named after her. And, I’m her first grandchild, too. That makes me glad, ‘cause sometimes I wonder if Mama and Daddy really love me, or if they’re just stuck with me. They’re always busy with my little sister and baby brother and stuff. Sometimes I feel left out. Sometimes they even have to spank me, so I’ll be good. But, I know Grandma really loves me! She always tells me stories about when she was a little girl, just like me. She tells me how she got into trouble, too. When she did something bad, she always knelt down in the chicken coop to pray. And, God always answered her prayers. I like Grandma’s stories so much.

One time a bad storm came to our town, the kind that makes me so scared I think the house will fall down. Mama carried the baby and we all went down in the basement and sat on boxes. Mama told my sister and me to sing, “Jesus loves me,” and I tried, even though I was crying I was so scared. When I get big, I‘ll be a Mama, and I don’t think I can be so brave for my kids without my own Mama there. But, I’m not scared of
anything when Grandma and Grandpa are at our house, cause there’s nobody bigger than them in the whole wide world. They’re right next to God.

When Grandma comes to visit, I don’t want to go to bed. No use crying about it. Mama says crying “just shows how tired you are.” BUT, in the morning, when the whole house is still sleeping, nobody’s around to tell me I can’t see Grandma. I go stand by her bed, watching for her to open her eyes. When she sees me, she’s so happy. She throws back the covers and tells me to crawl in bed beside her. Then she says, “Oh, your little feet are so cold. Put them here so I can warm them up for you.” She has nice fat legs, and oh, does that feel good, just like putting my feet in a bathtub full of warm oatmeal. I sure wish Grandma could live with us all the time. I like to hear her stories. If she forgets to tell one, I remind her. I think I like the one best, where she was four years old, too, and she ran into a hornet’s nest. Her big brother saved her when she fell in the river trying to get away from all the bites.

Once I heard somebody say people won’t be old anymore when we get to Heaven. That made me sad. How will I know my Grandma, if she isn’t old? But, maybe Grandma will be four, like me. Then I can SEE her when she’s a little girl and we can play together and be friends. That would be fun. We can hold hands and run through the leaves and pick flowers to bring home to our Mamas.

But, I’ll really miss my real Grandma, so much.

I know! Maybe I can ask God to turn her back into my Grandma, sometimes. Then I can still crawl up on her lap. She’ll put her arms around me like big pillows. And I’ll snuggle my head on her soft chest, where her locket watch is ticking in my ear. And, she’ll whisper to me, again, “Would you like to hear a story, about when your Grandma was a little girl?”

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Dolores Stohler11/26/06
Your story was really sweet. I like the part about the tub of warm oatmeal. Mothers and Grandmas - every child should have them. Fathers are nice, too, but they'll never manage to feel as soft and comforting as a grandma.
william price11/28/06
Very, very nice story. I love hearing the grandkids call my wife, grammommy. I also like it when the grandkids are over cos I get lots of great stuff to eat I normally wouldn't. Excellent job here Edy. The story flows smoothly and I enjoyed it from beginning to end. God bless.
terri tiffany11/28/06
This story was so sweet - it captured perfectly how a grandma is - made me think of my daughter's own grandma. So many similaritiies. You made the story realistic from the child's perspective! good writing!
Ann FitzHenry11/28/06
I loved this trip down memory line! It was very well done and it really touched my heart. My favorite: just like putting my feet in a bathtub full of warm oatmeal. Thanks for giving me an "Awwww" this morning.
Donna Haug11/28/06
You seem to have gotten everyone with the warm oatmeal legs! Funny and so cute. I had a grandma who made me feel very special too - even if I was very far away. Loved the warm feeling of this one.
Marty Wellington 11/28/06
This was a sheer delight to read; a wonderful sensory experience. I never knew any of my grandparents, so this special story brought tears to my eyes of what could have been. Thanks so much for sharing it with us. Your descriptions really brought the story to life. Marvelous!
Laurie Glass 11/28/06
What an absolutely delightful read. I could hear this little one's voice and I was smiling all the way through. Wonderful.
Joanne Sher 11/30/06
How wonderdful and sweet and charming. I love all the details and descriptions. This one completelly warmed my heart. Loved it!
Steve Uppendahl12/01/06
Wonderful job, Edy. I love the conversational tone of the story. It also relates well to so many people. We all have/had grandparents, whether we were lucky enough to know them or not.

My grandparents were some of the most important people in my life. Thanks for the reminder.
Cheri Hardaway 02/16/07
This story makes me think of my own mother and the kind of grandma she was to my kids when she was still alive. And it reminds me of my own grandma, who used to let me climb in bed with her in the morning when she was visiting our house. She used to sing me funny songs and rub my back. And it inspires me to be a good grandma to my little grandsons. Thank you, Cheri
Rita Garcia06/14/11
Edy, what an absolutely precious story! Love you! Hugs!