My Grandma makes the best donuts in the world. Oh and her homemade bread, toasted with some butter—it really doesn’t get much better than that. My love for my mom’s mom goes a lot deeper than food of course, but I cannot write about her without at least mentioning her yummy cooking!
My mom dedicated her book, Feminine Appeal, to my grandma and wrote the final chapter as a tribute to her. These lines are the perfect description of this lady that I’m privileged to call “Grandma”…
“Now if you had the honor of meeting Margaret, you would at once be impressed by her joy. But her vivacious, delightful character is most conspicuous in the arena of her home. She’s always smiling or singing. She is excited by the simplest of pleasures. She loves to laugh—so hard the tears run down her cheeks. And all through the years she marshaled this joyful energy for the well-being of her family. Never once did her children hear her complain. And not until they had children of their own did they comprehend the sacrifices she had made, for all her sacrifices had been masked by her perpetual joy.”
My grandma is one of my heroes. She’s a woman whose life I want to emulate and I will never be able to thank her enough for the legacy that she has given me.
That is why my second daughter will bear her name: Margaret Janelle. We’ll call her “MJ” and Lord willing, she will meet her great-grandmother at the end of August.