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Chapter 1
Watching a Praying
Grandmother
A humble, caring, compassionate woman of God, that was my grandmother. Growing up, I watched my grandmother live as a true woman of God. My grandfather died in 1960 after he and my grandmother had raised their 13 children to adulthood. Although widowed, my grandmother still helped to raise her grandchildren as a middle aged, single mother. There wasn't any family or friend that she was unwilling to help. For instance, an out of town college student occasionally lived with her and attended our family church.
My grandmother did not have very much formal education, but she managed to get a job as a cook at one of the high schools in her community. If anyone deserved an honorary degree in culinary arts, my grandmother certainly did. That may seem vain or bias, but I'm not saying it based solely on my opinion. I believe she deserved an honorary degree not only because her family raved about her cooking, but also all of their friends, the students where she worked, church members, and her neighbors. Many of the members made a point to stop by her house on Sunday mornings for fresh, hot biscuits. If they didn't make it by...
