Please publish or post my story tath I wrote.
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From: Joe Mazzella
To: [email protected]
Cc: joseph mazzella
Sent: Wednesday, April 28, 2010 12:15 PM
Subject: reformatted story: The Pennies
The Pennies
By: Cynthia groopman
Usually a great many pennies do not mean a great deal to people, but me in
1979 it meant so much and it became a cherish memory for me. When my brother
and I were eleven years old, we taught our grandmother Rose who lived with us
how to play Ginn Rummy. Grandmoose belonged to a club in our housing
development and they all knew how to play Ginn Rummy. Grandmother wanted to
become part of the weekly game and it was fun for senior citizens at that time
to enjoy company fellowship and games.There were no senior citizens centers at
that time. This was just a friendship club.
My brother and I asked Mrs.Smith, the president of the club if we can
visit her apartment on the 8th floor to learn the game. For eleven year olds
did not play Ginn Rummy. We did and learned to pla yquickly. Then grandmother
Rose learned and we had fun spending summer nights playing on our kitchen
table. Rose was a quick learner and won every game we played with her for
practice. Now with her training and winning streak, Rose ventured out to the
major leagues of the club room in building two. She played each week and won
almost every game. She had a red change purse which we bought her for the
winning with us. She placed all of those pennies in that purse and as the years
passed by so quickly with a blink of an eye she accumulated lots and lots of
pennies. She was a super champion.
We were proud of her. In 1975, grandmotehr became ill and had mini strokes
and then a big one.She was in the hospital and then spent her last three years
in a nursing home. When she passed away to heaven in 1978. After cleaning out
her drawers I found a big red change purse which brought back cherished golden
memories of yesteryear.
Inside were lots and lots of pennies.Then a bell rang in my head and I was all
smiles. I ran with childlike glee although I was 30 years old not eleven to mom
and showed her the prized possession I had found. I saved those pennies and
gave it to a cause to help poor people in israel.Thus the pennies which were
earned in fun and part of a joyful game by a loving grandmother became seed
money to help poor people. Thus, Grandmother just as she was in life now in
heaven became a charitable individual giving to those less fortunate. To recall
these precious memories which began over 50 yaers ago makes me smile and when I
am not so happy or sad they fill my heart with glee and comfort and enrich my
life. For I am truly rich with memories more precious than silver and gold.
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