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A grandmother often plays one of the most important roles in a child's life. My grandma was born way out in the Northumberland Strait. Born and raised in a place called Pictou Island; just part of the vast Canadian lands. She had a large family full of love & laughter, sometimes heartache. Grandma's my special friend that I see each day. Sometimes we like to sit and talk about life. She always takes the time to show me that she loves me. I sure am glad that God gave me my Grandma! I love her so! She's been showing me how to be lady like and all that proper junk. Round 'bout nine years now, I've been learning table manners & how to be a lady. Grandma really is special; don't know how I'd live without her. She bails my butte out when I can't cook lunch or when I rip my clothes. Though, Grandma tries to tan my hide when I act like I live on tobacco road; wearing my ripped clothes & cussing like an old cur dog. She has a way to chase my blues away and make the sunshine come again. Sometimes, I get crazy & act like a hyena, she's always there to calm me right down. Grandma is heaven sent and an absolute angel. Yep, God couldn't be everywhere at once so he created Grandmother's. RIP Grandma Pinski (1/2008)

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