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Nice story, well-told bit of family history. Makes it easy to see how iron-clad traditions get started.
How cute is that! Glugs! What a neat tradition and a very heart-warming story.
I love this heartwarming story. The glugs made it even more real and personal. Grandma sounds like she was an amazing woman. Wonderful!
"GLUGS" -- how cute is that? You have now enlarged my vocabulary, which makes me a lot smarter..... HA! Loved this story! Pardon me, it's time for me to go "glugging". :-) **grin**
Lovely story I was totally engaged in. I LOVE the glugs part - and that it is true.
A lovely warm Christmas story that held my attention all the way through.
I love your ending:)
I love your ending:)
I guess the "glugs" are sort of like my mom's "chunks" of butter to put into her chocolate pie recipe. Your story is told beautifully with wonderful lessons from the grandmother.
Many wonderful lessons weaved into this generation story of family history and tradition.
Tender and engaging story with an excellent characterization of Grandma. I also enjoyed the factual footnotes at the end. Great Job!
A well told history of family. I love how you wove in present with memory and future hopes. This was incredibly well written.
Loved the family tradition and the generations included in this piece.
I really like the "glug" method of holiday baking. Though I'm sure I would mess it up if I tried measuring out the oil in that way. :)

This was a beautiful story. You are right that so many of us need to learn selflessness nowadays. We get too into ourselves and forget others around us.

I appreciate you sharing this. It was a blessing to read.
This is such a tender, readable story. You had me engrossed all the way, until the last few lines, which totally befuddled me. Please explain what this is referring to:

"...Finally, I broke away, came back into the sanctuary and made my way up front.

"Even through blurred eyes, I could see that she was still beautiful. Although I knew what I viewed was a mere shell. The precious spirit which had dwelt within for more than a century had left to soar with the Lord. I blinked to clear my vision, reached to place my giftand gasped.

"The edges of tufted satin were lined with Christmas gingerbread cookies."

At first I thought "she" might be a photograph of the grandmother, but why "way up front?" Why bring a gift of cookies to the altar, and where did the edges of tufted satin come from? As I wrote, I am befuddled, alright! Sorry.