Maw and Paw

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Hello everyone! I wanted to share with you all this picture of my grandparents. I only yesterday came into possession of this picture. My cousin found it with some of her pictures and sent it to me. I have no idea when it was taken but they look fairly young to me.

I was flooded with memories as soon as I look at the picture. So many years have passed since I had seen a picture of them. I thought maybe I would share a few of these memories. My Maw was one of the nicest women anyone could meet. She always had a smile for us grandkids-you know the kind that makes you think you are SO special. She was an excellent cook and could make the BEST biscuits you would ever taste. She became sick with cancer when I was about 8. We lived fairly close to them so we would go visit often. Every time we went I always wanted something to eat. Once after she had gotten sick we were going to visit. Mom fixed supper before we left because she said Maw wasn’t doing too well. She told me “Now you have just eat so I know you are not hungry. Don’t you ask Maw for something to eat. If you do, I’m going to whip you. (Yes, I grew up during the time when kids did get spanked) Maw ain’t able to cook nothing.” Okay, so we go over to visit. We are sitting on the front porch. Maw is on the porch swing. I am thinking I sure would like something to eat. So in true child fashion I say, “Maw, I would ask for something to eat but Mom said if I did she would whip me!” I can still see her getting up from the swing, giving my mom a look and saying, “Rosie, this child is hungry”. She walked in the kitchen with me, gave me a biscuit, hugged my neck and back out on the porch we went. Now, you know I wasn’t really hungry. I just needed to know that everything was alright with my Maw. And to me, that day, it was.

Now a memory I have of Paw. My paw died of black lung. It is a hard death. When he was in the hospital right before he died, there was a young man in the bed next to him. I remember Paw telling him about Jesus and how he needed to turn his life over to Him. I listened carefully. A few days later, Paw went home to be with his Jesus. From that moment, my life changed. I will always believe that his death was the true beginning of my life. Watching him die showed me eternity was real. Where I spent it was up to me. I decided I wanted Jesus to be my Savior, my Redeemer, my Rock.

I like to think I have a little of both of them in me. I love to feed people. I love to tell people about Jesus. Thank you all for taking this little walk down memory lane with me. I pray you all have a wonderful Christmas and God bless.

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6 thoughts on “Maw and Paw

  1. Couldn’t read this with dry eyes :). John has always said he wished our girls could have known maw :). She passed just after we got married. Thanks for the walk down memory lane. Merry Christmas to you and your family!

  2. Oh Donna s. This pic of our grandparents is so touching as well as your childhood memories of them. They were truly outstanding people, grandparents & parents!! We were so blessed to be part of their family & lives.

  3. Not only do you like to feed people and tell people about Jesus …you now give my kids the Special Grandma” smile. Love you Mom

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