I thought I would start including some of my grandmothers’ works in my blog. I hope you don’t mind. I feel fortunate that the female members of my family are so creative (very strong willed and sometimes a little off-kilter, but that is another story…)

I’ll start with the poetry because that doesn’t involve digital photography. wink My maternal grandmother was a very proper and religious southern woman on the outside and to be honest, I don’t think I ever read any of her journals or poetry until after she died. She was published in some minor literary journals back in the 40s and 50s.

She wrote quite abit while my grandfather was in the war. For the sake of keeping her work from getting cannibalized, I’m only doing a few snippets. Generally her work is just a few stanzas anyhow. Her poetry is mostly love poetry with some religious and pastoral works thrown in.

My paternal grandmother (the family member that I look the most like) was a quilter and crocheter. I’ll include some of her stuff later.

We’ll start with a few lines of How Much Do I love You?

How Much Do I love You?

I guess I never was cut out

To be a great, great poet

I’m at a loss for words when it comes

to you, Though you already know that.