One of my favorite summer activities was spending time with my grandparents. At the end of every school year, we’d take the five-hour journey from Houston, Texas, to a small town in Louisiana called Big Cane.
My grandmother would be waiting for us with a delicious meal. I can still remember the taste of her homemade dishes: cast iron skillet cornbread, dirty rice, gumbo and teacakes. We never went hungry at my grandmother’s house because she made sure there was plenty of fresh food to feed her active grandkids.
I would observe her in the kitchen as she prepared the meals. She handled every ingredient with care and precision. I could tell that she was pouring her heart into every dish. Cooking was one of the ways she expressed love for our family.
After our meals, I’d sit on the porch and rock on the swing while my grandfather, a sharecropper and son of a former slave, shared his wisdom. He couldn’t read or write, but he was one of the most intelligent men I knew. He encouraged me to learn as much as I could because no one could ever take away my education. He also emphasized the values of integrity, hard work, loyalty and dedication.
My grandparents died when I was a teenager and I miss them dearly. But the lessons they taught me have served me well in life.
As I watch my children interact with their grandparents, I’m pleased that our family’s history and traditions continue to be passed down to the next generation…Read the rest of the article on my blog a Goldfishsmiles
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