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Recently, my mom has spent a good deal of time talking with me about her church. She said one of her friends at church loves Vestal Goodman, and all the rest of the Happy Goodman Family, whose songs were frequently sung at my Grandmother’s church. Mom has played Facebook videos of the church pianist who performs the ol’ time gospel tunes of Grandmother’s long ago church, and praises the pastor who knows how to touch her both intellectually and spiritually. I can’t help but be reminded of Grandmother and secretly wonder if my mom carries a hanky to church, too.

Preparing to write this piece, I clicked through a few youtube videos of the Happy Goodman Family, remembering their albums echoing through my grandparents house as Grandmother dusted and swept. It wasn’t until I paused long enough for the entirety of “God Walks The Dark Hills,” that I noticed that Vestal was holding a handkerchief. As I clicked through more videos, Vestal indeed was holding a hanky in each one! I walked back to my bedroom and once more to pick up Grandmother’s delicate hanky. Holding Grandmother’s handkerchief, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I saw both my mom’s and grandmother’s faces staring back at me.

“It’s not how many years we live, but what we do with them. It’s not what we receive, but what we give unto others.” — written by my grandmother, Helen Slater, on Nov. 13, 1957, in my mother’s autograph book

Grandmother Helen, thanks for the “handy” reminder of the importance of faith, family, and all of those intangibles that I once took for granted. Even now, you’re still giving me a hand.

If you can see me in heaven, I’m sending you a hand-ful of gratitude on this coming Mother’s Day.

And, Mom, I know that I was a hand-ful, so I’m especially sending you these words of Mother’s Day appreciation along with much love. You taught me not to start a sentence with “and,” but you know I often struggled with obedience. This quote is for you, Mom:

“When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.” — Erma Bombeck

Stephanie Hill is a freelance writer and a teacher at St. Joseph Catholic School in Huntington. She is also a lifelong resident of Lawrence County. She can be reached at hill992

 

 

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