Missing Grammy!


The only grandmother I remember died 38 years ago. I was 15. I'll never forget her. This was mother's mother. My grandma on my father's side died when I was too young to remember her.

My brother and cousins just called her "Grammy". She was  wonderful  to us kids, and we were always safe at her house -- sometimes, even from our parents!!

I was always so excited about going to her house, and of course... of the treats I would  receive too. Grammy didn't buy margarine like my parents did. She only bought butter. She didn't buy white bread. She bought either brown bread, or raisin bread. And having a little chocolate milk with it never hurt either. I mean, when I was a kid, Wylie MacLellan (our cousin) was our milk man. Now, you can rest assured he delivered very rich and creamy milk.... but it wasn't chocolate.....

Whether you're a veteran grandma or a Nana-to-be, this collection of stories will warm your heart and make you laugh about the universal experiences of being a grandmother: the phone call that announces your baby will become a mom herself; the first time you hold the most beautiful grandson or granddaughter in the world; and the day you're on baby-sitting duty and realize that major issues are minor infractions best solved with love instead of lectures.

This book celebrates the memories we make and the times we cherish with grandmothers: the women who can both spoil and be stern; who provide unconditional love and invaluable wisdom; who can share sage advice while sharing an ice cream.

Chicken Soup for the Grandma's Soul is the perfect thank-you to grandmothers everywhere- those special women who enrich our lives with joy and love.
 


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