Please publish my newest story.
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From: Joe Mazzella
To: [email protected]
Cc: joseph mazzella
Sent: Wednesday, March 31, 2010 11:52 AM
Subject: reformatted story: Grandma's little gift
Grandma's little gift
by: Cynthia Groopman
On a rainy dismal weekend afternoon,I decided to look through the linen
closet. I always am surprised as to what I would find and what joy of the past
would take me into a journey into nostalgia land, a gentle sweet time of family
love, hugs and comforting thoughts.
Well, as my hands were travelling around and touching so many different
things, suddenly my heart began to dance and to sing and the voice of my
dearest grandma Rose was heard gently whispering to me in my mind's ear.
Grandmother would have been over 121 years old on March 5 and her memorial date
of passing was approaching soon.
Could it be that my grandma, my guardian angel was again going to cheer me
up with a welcome gift from the past that would make me glow like the mroning
sunshine? My hand was magically steered to a little neatly folded cloth. After
unfolding it, I remembered that it was a little apron from 1960 when I was in
the seventh grade. We needed aprons for Home Economics and grandmother had made
for me a little apron with my name sewed onto it.
As I felt the apron, I pictured myself as a chld of twelve, small,
smiling, jolly, and full of fun and youth and with the glow of the candle for a
beautiful world and a future of happiness. As I examined the apron, I was
actually transplanted by the magic carpet of my mind to that time and relived
the entire incident. I heard grandmother's sewing machine humming as she sewed
the apron for me, my fitting it, her sewing with red thread my name on its
pockets. I remember my wearing it proudly to class and showing it off to my
classmates. I also smiled when I also showed the teacher the majestic talents
of grandmother Rose.
I cooked and baked and washed pots and pans while wearing that apron in
that class at school in junior high school.
Every week, the apron would be brought home and put into the washing machine
and dryer, and ironed and starched so it would look so new clean and an
artistic creation of such beauty.
After that year of cooking, I outgrew the little apron and it was quietly
tucked away and slept for over 50 years.
My life ahd changed and so did the members of my family. I no longer was the
tweleve year old with zip zeal and spring in my step and my grandmother was
called to God in 1978. However, like all the cycles of life, we have fond
memories and it is through these memories that love is eternal and the soul of
the loved one is immortal forever in our hearts and souls and minds and with
the Heavenly Father in His eternal home.
A few days later at happy times group that I conduct with the senior
citizens at the senor center as part of my tasks of love, I brought that apron
and it evoked so many fond memories. I felt my grandmother's hand holding mine
throught that entire day and at night in my dreams she appeared to me and gave
me the biggest kiss and warmth ever.
Tonight will be her memorial of her passing. I feel her presence
spiritually in my life and she has given me gifts so precious including a
little apron tucked away that set my mind and soul and heart into inspirational
mode and bathed them in the warm golden sunshine of glowing memories that are
like the flowers of springtime.
That apron planted the seeds of remembrance. Her loving-kindness and sweetness
is felt when ever I finger a rose in a graden since she was my human rose, full
of softness, gentleness, endearment, charm and a specialness.
So, dearest Rose, my grandmother of blessed memory thanks for the gift of that.
You surprised me on a lonely rainy boring weekend day and lit up my life,
with the eternal spiritual light of forever sparkling sunshine.
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