Due to this and that unfortunate circumstance, including divorce and disagreements among the grownups, I didn’t get to grow up in close contact with my mother’s birth mother, Lily Green Leister. Mom’s stepmother was Grandma to me, and all I could have wished for in that role. But my birth Grandma was very much present to me in the things she taught Mom and in the all-too-brief contacts we had.
Here’s one thing she used to say that Mom passed on to aid in my education.
If I would say, as everybody at school did, “Where’s it at?” Mom would tell me that Grandma (Lily) would have said,
I stopped saying, “Where’s it at,” at a very young age.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Write about a legacy from someone not known personally nearly enough.