“The history of our grandparents is remembered not with rose petals but in the laughter and tears of their children and their children’s children. It is into us that the lives of grandparents have gone. It is in us that their history becomes a future,” Charles and Ann Morse.


Grandparents day has come and gone. Shamefully it was upon me and I didn’t remember. Without grandparents we wouldn’t be here. Think about it. So why is it that the importance of this holiday, for lack of a better word, isn’t celebrated like we do Mother’s or Father’s day? I loved the picture on the front of last weeks paper, they remembered, they celebrated and good for them. My grandparents are long gone but I think of them every day and miss them. I learned so much from my maternal grandparents. I learned the really important things in life like how to make banana bread and how to trout fish and raise my own earth worms, to name just a few. It was through them that I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up, a grandparent, just like them. They were never too busy, always ready to listen and encourage or discourage if need be. There were stories they readily shared and arms that were open when a hug meant more than words.


You know those essays you had to write in school about what you wanted to be when you grew up? I always said a grandparent or a nun. These two profession actually have one major thing in common, they both require endless love that is freely given away.


“A grandparent is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher, and a little bit best friend,” Unknown.


This works for me but being a grandparent isn’t always easy. Sure I jokingly say there are only two rules to being a grandparent. 1. Spoil your grandchildren. 2. Send them home. It’s actually so much more. As a grandparent you still cry when your child cries, and now you cry when your grandchildren cry. You laugh when your child laughs, and you laugh when your grandchildren laugh. You worry when your child worries, and you worry when your grandchildren worry. You share memories with your children while you long to make more memories with your grandchildren. The purpose of Grandparents day is to not only honor our grandparents but its an opportunity to show love for their children’s children, and to help children become aware of the strength, information and guidance older people can offer. Grandparents day became a holiday through a proclamation signed my then President Jimmy Carter on August 3, 1978. There is a national song, A song for Grandma and Grandpa by Johnny Prill and a national flower, the forget-me-not. My grandparents were an integral part of my life. They may be gone, but never forgotten. “Blessed are those who spoil and snuggle, hug and hope, praise and pamper, boast and brag, laugh and listen, for they shall be called Grandparents.” Unknown. Happy belated Grandparents day to grandparents everywhere. Your legacy lives on in us.


Guests this week were in need of a quiet get-away where their batteries could be recharged after many long hours helping the victims of hurricane Harvey. The husband is a helicopter pilot and his wife works with a non-profit organization. It was a honor, in our small way, to help provide them with a place to get that break they so deserved. Many in our community have reached out and helped victims in both Texas and Florida. Seeing so many helping hands reaching across state lines, not worrying about any differences, taking down all obstacles that may separate us, does a heart good. All in all that’s what we need to do every day. Giving matters, always.


If you have a heart warming story to share, would like to visit the retreat, need a hug, want to book a stay, volunteer to help, or make a donation to our mission of addressing Senior Hunger, call 501-253-4716, 501-757-2750, email grandmayogi7@yahoo.com, text or message me on Facebook through The Dirty Farmers Community Market page.