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| "Grandmother's Arms" or
"The Pot-Bellied Stove" |
| By DONNA CLOPTON,
President 103rd Precinct Community Council |
| In a small town in Mississippi there is a pot-bellied,
wood/coal burning stove. If that stove could talk, what grand stories it would tell. One
such story would be that of unconditional love and understanding. That which comes from my
Grandmother, a lady who is now 113 years old! That pot-bellied stove (which I might add is
no longer in use) was in my childhood like a solid rock. Getting up to go to school,
finding it burning wood and coal, warming the entire room. |
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| It would become hot and glow like a pair of comforting arms,
that seem to indicate all is well, all is well with my soul. How I loved that stove and
the warmth that emanated from it. That stove had seen many pass before it, such as my
Grandmother's parents and their other children and most of all, my Grandfather. I realize
today that I was so lucky to have a set of Grandparents that were there for me through all
my scrapes and pains of growing up. Today I realize how significant that pot-bellied stove
was in my life. When my Grandfather died I was so young, so unable to understand, yet I
remember the times with him as if they were yesterday. That stove was replaced with a
gas-burning heater. How, as a child, I wondered what would have happened if we kept the
stove, would we also have been able to keep my Grandfather!? . He died of pneumonia, the
year penicillin was discovered, so why did he have to die!? If only that stove could've
talked, what lovely stories it would have told of the two most significant people in my
life. I thank God for allowing me to have my Grandmother around to tell me the stories of
her life with my Grandfather and provide the best comfort of all, that of a pair of
Grandmother arms that are oh so comforting |
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