Gramma Maggie
In the 1960s, my grandmother drove across country from California to Maine in this car along with grampa, suitcases, and food to eat along the way, She also brought gifts gathered from lavender and cotton fields, sandy shores, and forest floors. Her gifts to me and my sisters were not from fancy stores, but samples from nature like huge pine cones, long shafts of lavender, and soft balls of cotton with the stems still attached. We were thrilled with these gifts, and we learned to sing this song as she told us about the cotton fields:
Maggie Young (gramma to us) was a lucky way to grow up. She taught us about the vastness of the United States, the beauty of nature, and that a shell or a pine cone would make a perfectly lovely gift. That balls of cotton inspire learning of an old spiritual. That driving along endless highways with the one you love is a great adventure, and that sometimes just showing up is enough. Gramma never came to visit empty-handed, but instead brought the great gift of herself, orts from nature's beauty, and a song to share. Her experiences were her stories. And gramma was always willing to share all of who she was with six fortunate little girls.
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