My Noble Grandmothers

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My Noble Grandmothers

This site is dedicated to my Grandmothers. Below is a beautiful poem that I found and it is written by Marnie Pehrson. When I read it I had to add it to this Mother's Day page and create a special page for it. While growing up almost every summer I spent weeks with my Grandma. I lived with my Grandmother Carrie Faye for a couple years after moving from Dallas. She was famous for her beautiful flower gardens that she grew, her cream pies, and her big heart that would not let her stop caring for others. Even after recovering from breast cancer, and a broken leg in her golden years, she returned to work assisting other elderly people in their home. It was a short fight with a brain tumer that finally took her life. But I can always rejoice now knowing that she is with our Lord in heaven with Jesus by her side, no pain or suffering, and dancing with my late Grandfather, Grandaddy Henry, that has been gone for a long time.

Grannie was also close to me as I grew up. She lived in Ft. Worth so she visited us from time and always brought some Bananna Pudding and Brocolli & Rice for me! She was always so nice and I remember she used to have this old long car that had the strangest horn.... I can not attempt to write it out but everytime I hear a horn like that I think of her.

Carrie Faye Williams

"Grandma Carrie Faye"

My Noble Grandmother

She was kind and gentle, ever a smile or hug.

Always on the go, she was full of life and love.

Though time had taken the toil upon her brow,

The beauty of those eyes expressed the beauty of her soul.

I used to watch her as she cooked,

She showed me how she made her roast, slaw or lamb.

Yet, mine has never tasted near as good,

It was that flavor in her fingertips, I said.

I remember her visits to our house,

Shed drive up in her old Impala and

Wed run through the house and out the door,

Grannys here! What a felling those words proclaimed!

Sundays were special as a child,

We gathered at my Grannys house,

To eat the bounty she had prepared and

Bask in the glow of this humble, giving, noble mother.

Years have passed since then, yet the memories remain.

The tastes, the smells, the sounds linger as yesterday.

The piano still echoes with the touch of her hands,

My heart still feels the warmth of her embrace.

Bonnie Malone "Grannie"