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GOIN’ TO GRANDMA’S
(Circa 1960)
We like to go to Grandma’s, The kids, my wife and I, For we know we’ll all be welcom’d With a warmth we can’t deny.
The squeals of anticipation At the suggestion that we go Explode in bursts of exultation When I decide to not say no.
So we all pile into the car, A-draggin’ coats and things— There’s no need for countin’ noses, As each his new treasure brings.
For Grandma must be updated On each possession and event, For she rejoices o’er our blessings And prayed for everything that’s sent.
And how we love the happy spirit That permeates her domicile, The antique chairs and everything Lure us to sit and stay awhile.
And—if we’re ‘specially lucky, Arriving on the proper day— Her homemade bread or pie or jam Add sheer magic to our stay!
Original poem written by Clarence W. Hessler © 2007 Steven A. Hessler All Rights Reserved
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Yes, it really WAS like that. I remember it as if it were yesterday.
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