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Grandma Belva

Monday, September 11, 2017

The "Blogging Circle of Friends "  prompt for DAY 1761
Write about a grandparent.

Grandma Belva

Homemade bread. Every time I smell homemade bread I think of Grandma Belva. She was my father's mother. I never met Grandpa John because he died before I was born. Grandma Belva was his second wife, and the mother of this youngest son, my father. My dad is the child on the plow horse, Grandpa John is holding him on. Grandma Belva is the middle woman standing up.

When we went to visit her, which wasn't very often, she always baked her bread in a cast iron kitchen stove. She word a flower sack apron, and did her own laundry in a wash tub. I wish I knew her better because I'm sure she had a lot of stories to tell about living on a farm.