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| Thanksgiving 1968, with "Grandma Lillie" |
My Mother’s Hands
By Judith Cullen
(c) 2014
When I was a little girl, family members of various
generations swore that I was the very image of my maternal Grandma. “That’s Lillie!” they would exclaim, and
reference her 8th grade graduation picture as proof of the likeness.
My Grandma was someone who appeared to be very much in
command of things. She was a strong
personality who always seemed to be the key decision
maker. My Grandpa, suffering
significantly from the onset of lung cancer when I knew him, was much softer
spoken. I remembered him best in his
recliner, and from the polished rocks he tumbled in his workshop.
