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Memories
of
Yesterdays
As
a
little
girl
my
grandmother
played
a
very
important
part
in
my
life,
From
the
time
I
could
stand
up
in
her
kitchen,
She
began
passing
on
her
recipes
of
delight.
To
this
day,
I
have
yet
to
find
another,
Who
could
compare
to
her
techniques,
As
fall
begins
to
emerge,
I
find
I
miss
her
more
and
more
each
passing
year.
Her
kitchen
was
the
first
room
you
entered,
Brightly
colored
and
full
of
mysteries,
One
could
always
count
on
a
story
from
the
past,
And
there
was
always
a
cup
of
tea
handy.
I
have
very
fond
memories
of
her
home,
Her
home
spoke
of
her
heart,
She
was
always
filled
with
magic,
And
that
magic
portrayed
itself
with
her
hands.
I
can
still
smell
the
aroma
of
fried
chicken,
And
the
porch
always
had
pies
cooling,
There
was
always
an
abundance
of
homemade
bread,
One
could
always
dream
among
the
aromas.
I
adored
visiting
her
and
my
grandpa,
I
loved
hearing
her
talk
about
her
mother,
Growing
up
on
the
farm
was
an
asset
for
her,
And
much
to
my
delight,
the
stories
never
ended.
Today
I
pass
those
moments
of
delight
onto
my
own
children,
The
stories
always
bring
a
great
deal
of
laughter,
And
they
as
I
enjoy
the
recipes
she
passed
on,
As
we
share
those
moments
of
tears
over
tea.
She
will
live
on
forever
in
their
hearts,
As
she
does
in
mine,
I
know
my
grandson
will
enjoy
the
stories,
He
already
enjoys
the
treats.
I
only
wish
she
had
lived
to
see
the
sparkle
in
his
eyes.
A
Lady
Forever
Gale
Hernandez
©
October
2004
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