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By Vernalee
As I continue with our family’s tributes to my Mother, I call your attention to the significance that my Mother has played in the up and coming generations of our family.
Take a look.
Our hands – the crinkle skin, the lines, the wrinkles, the visible protruding veins – show our age.
They display the “wear and tear” of living. As we age, our hands carry with it years of wisdom, love, heartbreak, pain, joy, and every physical and emotional feeling.
They celebrate life.
My 90 year old Mother’s hands “that clapped in church on Sunday morning; that played the tambourine so well; that picked me up each time I fell”; that pointed at me as she uttered “I know you really love that man; put yourself in Jesus’ hands” function as a grandmother, a great grandmother, and a great – great grandmother.
Four generations, she has lifted. She is our family’s Southern matriarch, and we rally around her in groves. Her sometimes arthritic hands prepare dishes that no one can duplicate. Cooking is her thing! Everyone wants her recipes.
There is so much that the lines in her helping hands tell us and so much that they don’t reveal!
We applauded her as much as we missed her, but understand that to her “there is no place like her home.”
Though her hands can’t pick 200 pounds of cotton anymore; though they noticeably tremble as she grips objects, those ten fingers and two hands have given my family and me so much love and strength. We dare not cross her because her strong hands can still discipline you with a back hand lick! Whether we call her Momma, Grandma, or Big Momma (depending on the generation), her hands carred and lifted us daily though our weight may have been heavy. Each generation has brought their varied problems to her for an opinion. Although her hands have seen hard times, what amazing strength and a wonderful touch her soft hands had! She encourages us and said, “Your weight ain’t that heavy. I can hold it. Now sit down, hold my hand, and tell Big Momma all about it!” And we did! And she listened! And we left better than we came! Yes, we were blessed to have her!
She had made her pilgrimage from Mississippi to Ohio and back many times.
As we bring her back this last time, we cannot hold her hand anymore, but we can hold on to her words and memories forever.
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By Vernalee
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I am blessed to have a wonderful, beautiful Mother. To me, she is the best Mother in the world! I never knew the love of a Grandmother. I am told that my maternal Grandmother Tuge had me spoiled “rotten!” Unfortunately, I was about two when she passed. My paternal Grandmother died before I was born.
As I watch my children, nieces, and nephews, I see the love and affection that my Mother displays and that they give back. What a blessing! My Mother, their Grandmother is never too busy to listen even when she is called at an unspeakable hour. She maintains no clock. She encourages, chastises and tells her grandchildren words that only she can say. “Don’t worry your Mother; the teacher got what y’all trying to get, so stop cutting up in school; you don’t need to be out all night running the street.” After giving you a loving piece of her mind, she ends by saying, “Remember that Grandma loves you. I pray for y’all every night!” They or I cannot begin to count how many times we have called her to see how to handle a situation, what to do, and ask her to pray for us. It’s immeasurable! Magically, she always has the right answers!
A good friend of mine said that her grandson called her yesterday, and said, “Grandma, I need you to call Him!” “Call who?” “God,” he replied. Without thinking, the next thing she knew, she was on bended knee.
A Grandmother’s love stretches to Mount Everest. I know because my love for my grandson reaches that high. I am sure that my Mother’s Grandma’s love touches the heavens! Just ask her grand and great grandchildren!
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