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Memories with Life’s Lessons
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Memories with Life’s Lessons

Ever had one of those memories from your childhood that pops up every now and then? You know? The kind that sometimes brings a smile to your face or a tear down your cheek. The ones that taught us the value of little life's lessons. Yes, those. Whether if they are sad or happy memories, they both give us life’s lessons. To teach us that there is always hope at the end of the tunnel and always make us to become a better person through out life. If you had a kind of life where you are always beaten up or put down, you learn to stand up for yourself. Just when you think you have hit your lowest point of your life, there is always someone there to pick you right up and help you through it.

One of my memories, that I remember fondly, is that I was over at my late paternal grandparents’ house, with family there for a family reunion. I was about around four or five years of age at that time. Their house was close to a wooded area. White with black trimmings. About two stories high. All wood flooring inside. Two wells outside. One on each side of the house. They even had a wood stove to cook on as well. Not no electric or gas stove, but a wood stove. There was a long island in the middle of the kitchen. From where I was standing, the wood stove was on the right side of the island, against a wall. The sink behind the island, the fridge was on the left of the island. Then there was the back door that was a very short distance behind the fridge.

In the kitchen, my great grandmother, an older 2nd cousin and my mother was standing behind the island. I remember watching them talking to each other. Even remembered my Great Grandmother Mattie acknowledged and talked to me with a wonderful smile. She always gave time to talk to her grandchildren and great grandchildren, no matter how busy she was. Great Grandpa Henry was in the living room, sitting in his rocker, talking with the other family members. Both of them loved their Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren. I remember when Great Grandpa Henry was in the hospital, my Aunt, who is 4 years younger than me, Uncle, who is 3 months older than me, and I had to stay in the lounge because of our ages. Most hospitals have a rule where no one under the age of 13 or 14 are able to go back to the patient’s room. So, us three had to stay out in the lounge. We all wanted to go see him, but we were just wasn’t able to.

Even though they died back in 1983 or 84, about three months apart from each other, I always remembered of how they treated family members. For them, family was first. Of all the Great Grandparents, I remembered them the most, even though I was young when they died. Some of my other Great Grand Parents died before I was born. My last Great Grandparent died when I was only 19 years of age. Since that I didn’t go to Great Grandma Mattie’s funeral, I told my parents that I wanted to go to Great Grandmother Wilson’s funeral. I do remember Great Grandma Wilson, but like I said earlier, Great Grandma Mattie always stuck in my mind the most. They were some of the people that defined who I was in life. For them, I am grateful to have them as my Great Grandparents.

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