I have been thinking a lot about my sweet grandmother this week. Not sure why, just all this week she has been on my mind. She was a very kind and generous person despite having grown up the daughter of a school teacher in the rural south and having to endure the hardships of the great depression as well as loosing not one, but two husbands by the time she was thirty, she knew all about making ends meet and hard times.
Despite all that, she was one of the most joyful persons I have ever known. Always full of sage advice and recipes, she cooked and cleaned and cared for all no matter what personal struggles she might be enduring and always made people feel special. Her fried chicken and buttermilk biscuits are the stuff that deep south legends are made of… I did manage to get her sweet potato pie recipe that has been in our family since before as she put it, the “recent unpleasantness” (civil war) and it is a prized possession in our family cookbook.
She baked cakes for people in her neighborhood for their birthdays and took them round just to wish them well. She sat with the sick before their was a home health industry and never asked for a dime. Her faith in Christ ran deep. She was faithful to attend worship and she prayed daily, gave to missions and loved the church. She was not overtly “in your face” religious, she didn’t have to be. She lived it with her life….. I came across this video this week and it touched me so. I was once again reminded of my precious grandmother and all she meant to me and how her legacy lives on…..