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Joe Ann
Dear Grandma,
Although you have been gone for 30 years. Your impact on my life is still with me...
I am writing this letter to you letting the world know how highly I thought about you. Even when everyone destories your name.
You where a pillar full of strength. They wanted you to be humble but you bow down to no one. Grandma I think about setting on the front porch and you painting my nails. You cooking dinner or us shelling peas , us eating your peanut brittle. When you would send me to the store with a note for rag bologna and candy. Going over to Mrs Themas House or walking over to auntie Mary's. All those summers I listen to the birds wake me up or you caughting rain water. Hanging clothes on the line to dry. Giving me garlice water when I was sick or Father John or castoral. Playing down the hill making mud pies. I think about your peach and plum trees. Even when James Child would come and we would eat watermelon..Your hands...
Although you have been gone for 30 years. Your impact on my life is still with me...
I am writing this letter to you letting the world know how highly I thought about you. Even when everyone destories your name.
You where a pillar full of strength. They wanted you to be humble but you bow down to no one. Grandma I think about setting on the front porch and you painting my nails. You cooking dinner or us shelling peas , us eating your peanut brittle. When you would send me to the store with a note for rag bologna and candy. Going over to Mrs Themas House or walking over to auntie Mary's. All those summers I listen to the birds wake me up or you caughting rain water. Hanging clothes on the line to dry. Giving me garlice water when I was sick or Father John or castoral. Playing down the hill making mud pies. I think about your peach and plum trees. Even when James Child would come and we would eat watermelon..Your hands...
