Please or post my storyy ----- Original Message ----- From: Joe Mazzella To: [email protected] Sent: Saturday, July 17, 2010 2:51 PM Subject: reformatted Story: Grandmother's little comb
Grandmother's little comb by: Cynthia Groopman As a child, I would admire my Grandmother Roses' hair. She was 60 years my senior but did not have gray or white hair at all. Although her body aged her hair was always black. Grandmother used to wear little combs in her hair to keep it in place. These little combs were the color of her hair and were like barrettes. I was intrigued with these little combs. Grandmother aged, passed away and I became older and never paid any mind to grandmother's little combs. Then, while in her former room, and looking through her dresser drawer on a rainy weekend to find a surprise to cheer me me up, I suddenly came upon one of grandmother's little combs .I gently touched it an my mind was transported by magic carpet to 50 ears ago at age twelve, and seeing my grandmother in my mind's eye with her elegant hair and the combs, made me bask in nostalgia land. Well, the comb was fondled by me and suddenly I heard my grandmother's clear voice, something that was silenced for me since 2002. What a beautiful experience and what joy and smiles it brought me. Possessions of loved ones, are cherished jewels because our loved ones are gems. Memories are a treasure and are in my treasure chest of mirth and forever as precious as gold and as bright as a smile. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No infections found in this outgoing message Scanned by iolo System Shield® http://www.iolo.com -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Deaf-Blind Inspirational Life Group" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/dbilg?hl=en.
