Grandparents Day

This coming Sunday, Sept. 8, is Grandparents Day. Do you send a card?

Do you take them out to dinner or eat at their house? Or, as I will, just remember my grandparents.

I never knew my father’s parents. His mother died when he was 12 and his father, well, let’s just say, family drama prevented my father from even seeing him for 42 years. By that time I was away at college.

On the other hand, I did know my mother’s parents, as they were known, Mamaw and Papaw. Opposites attract, at least with these two. My grandfather was a sharecropper who raised cotton, corn and cows.

My grandmother worked in the fields, raised a family, and passed on to me some of her creativity. Her hand was the first one to show me how to thread a needle, pass the colored thread through some cloth and make a design, make a pattern out of newspaper, and let me sew on her treadle sewing machine.

What do you remember about your grandparents? What did you learn from them?

Think about how they made your life richer.

As many grandparents have told me, if I had known how wonderful grandchildren were I’d have had them first.