

Hands that sew and hands that show, hands that give and hands that live. Grandma gave to us the sense that we could and that she would support what we could do.
Take all you want but eat all you take... That was what we heard from her again and again. She loved parties and fun and beauty and courtesy. I went out to dinner with her and Uncle Barry when I was 12, I remember and I didn't know I was supposed to eat fries with a fork. Embarrassingly, I picked up my fork at the kosher deli, where we went, and ate appropriately.
Grandma was always good for some lesson on ettiquette, such as that. Her birthday was a special occasion all of the time. Because we shared the day together hers and mine became unified. Special day. Thank God for Grandmas and I hope I can be a good Grandma when it is my turn.
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