Thursday, August 11, 1983
The Jimplicute, Scott City, MO 63754
always read a chapter from the Bible to my grandmother each day when she came
to visit with us. She was at this time
nearly eighty years old and nearly blind.
She loved to hear the scriptures.
It made me feel very proud when she asked me to read to her from the
Bible. Sometimes she would choose the
chapters for me to read and sometimes she would make the selection. Most of the chapters she chose were long and
being ten years old I was eager to go outdoors and play as soon as
possible. Usually, I would suggest the
sixth chapter of Ephesians to be read as it was short. My grandmother would agree and did not seem
to notice that I read the chapter quite often.
Maybe she did notice but found it amusing that I read the chapter so
often. I learned to love reading the
Bible from her.
grandmother entertained the children in the family with stories and news of our
relatives she had seen lately. My
younger brother would climb up into her lap and ask for a story. She asked him what kind of story he would
like to hear and he would always answer more “bear” stories. When my grandmother began to praise a
grandson (my cousin) I would fee jealous.
I remember her one time I spoke up and told her that I had heard him say
a bad word. Grandmother looked at me
and said, “Now what bad word did you ever hear him say?” I felt very solemn, as I repeated the word,
“dam.” Then she smiled and said, “Why
that is not a bad word. Don’t you know
a dam is a bank of dirt used to hold back high water?” I was disappointed that I had made no
headway in putting him down in her opinion.
My mother in the next room had heard the whole conversation and she
laughed heartily at my embarrassment.
My grandmother laughed the most because she felt like she had won a case
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