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My Grandmom Mrs Della

My grandmom was a good woman in her time she was born in the depression error the daugter of sharecroppers in the deep south of Ms of clinton in the country she didn't finish school she clean schools for living it was a job the biggest job was taken care of other people kids I'm one of them cause the way she did it was a blessing by being handicapped I was her joy of life by getting me up to go to school church to my doctors visit every month she clean other peoples houses she gave good avice to people who need it she was there for every body the things that she talked me is how to make it in the world on your own when other people is not there for you I'm teaching my son the things she was telling me then and now

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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