Patchwork

By Donna Smith Ammons

I loved my Gramma Ankrom. She was a short lady who was always buzzing around the kitchen, stitching clothes or measuring me for patterns she drew on newspaper.

It was not unusual for her to stir up pudding on the stove, if I needed a late night snack.

I didn’t get to spend near enough time with my Gramma, because we were always moving. I did get to spend an entire summer one year and looked forward to seeing her with regularity when we lived in Arizona and they were in Garden Grove, California.

I reminded myself of my dear Gramma on a recent trip to north Arkansas, to see my oldest granddaughter, Riley Kate. I had promised her I would take her school clothes shopping since she would be starting 7th grade in a new school.

 

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