Life Through My Eyes

Growing up with both of my grandmothers as a little girl, I saw how they did things differently but still made it enjoyable to be around. They took the time to talk to me, ask questions, and most of all, feed me good cooking--things my mother did from time to time, but not often. Everybody in the neighborhood, around the corner, up the street, knew my grandmothers and took the time to talk things out and see each other's point of view.