Come girls Gather ‘round There are secrets here To be found; We called her Kewpie Named after the doll Because she never much liked The sound of Grandma at all; Around the table Nicely set for tea She poured the hot brew Over a sugar cube for sister and me; Swallow after swallow As quick… Read More Tea Leaves
My grandmother, Mary Clare Judge, wore many hats during her lifetime: School Teacher; Interior Designer; Antique Collector; Wife; Mom; Grandmother. One particular title she held throughout her years in these various other roles was that of a Poetess. It wasn’t until recently when I was writing my novel, Naming The Bits Between, that I reminisced… Read More Grandmother’s Poem
Digging through a box of long forgotten memorabilia from yesteryear, my dad uncovered a portrait of my grandmother, his mom, amidst the clutter. Tucked in between collectible advertisement cards, wedding announcements, and school reports she had collected from distant relatives and acquaintances, her face appeared. Although somewhat strange to see the image of someone you… Read More Her Legacy
