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Oh my gosh! How sweet! My grandmother had an orange ceramic
cookie jar she kept in the corner cupboard on a lazy susan! Everytime we went over there, I would go stand by the cupboard until she offered me a cookie! We got to get our own and we had to be so careful not to break the cookie jar! Now if my hateful old grandfather wouldn't have made fun of me being so fat, that might just be a perfect memory! Thanks for the flash back!
posted by
swftfox
on August 15, 2006 at 3:43 PM
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This piece stirred up some fond memories
Aren't grandmothers "grand"!
posted by
Troosha
on August 15, 2006 at 2:45 PM
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You are such a baby---sweet-chocolaty baby that is--well done!
There is no adult judgment or second thoughts and this helps make the poem effective. shalom
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on August 15, 2006 at 2:36 PM
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Grandma memories I have are similar to yours. Good one.
posted by
Root05
on August 15, 2006 at 9:28 AM
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Marie
I am a grandma and it sounds just like me and my granskids I have a drawer of goodies
posted by
Kat02
on August 15, 2006 at 8:31 AM
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How are you today?
I can empathise with these flashbacks to childhood, and find it interesting that you mix NZ/Oz terms - like lollies - with more European ones like sweets - a mixing of cultures... it happens by accident and sometimes we don't know we're doing it. Perhaps you could re-work this and bring in
des bons-bons aussi..
posted by
mneme
on August 15, 2006 at 4:10 AM
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