Generation Gap

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She walked these fields, since she was a child. One bucket for water, the other for food. A daughter, mother, sister and grandmother. She was all of these things. Time spent with her parents, learning off the best. They always taught her to love. It was the most important trait to have.

She never had any money to speak of, but that didn’t matter.

What mattered was her memories, of being with a family she adored. When her children were born, there was something inside of her blossomed. She was there to teach her babies what life was all about. They all went their own way. Now married, and with children of their own.

An old lady, still tending the fields she did as a child. There was peace in the grass, it whispered to her. There were stories; beautiful, strong, wonderful stories. Her children running to pick flowers, her siblings, playing tag and her husband with his arms around her.

She didn’t have to carry the buckets any more, but collecting her herbs she carried inside her heart a hug. Something she passed on to her granddaughter. She loved spending time with her granddaughter, passing on the wisdom, her father had said.

‘Grannie, what herbs are good for healing?’ Sheila asked.

‘Those little violet ones, they are the best for putting in medicine. Beware of the yellow flowers, they are poisonous. A plant’s way of defending against predators. It’s why the others grow there.’

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

22 thoughts on “Generation Gap

  1. What a beautiful legacy she has left, passing on not just herbs but also the importance of love and family, through the stories of her past and the memories she holds close to her heart. This story beautifully depicts the power of love and the value of memories that stay with us even as we grow old. 👍👏👌😊

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  2. This blog post is beautifully written and filled with such warmth and nostalgia. It is inspiring to see how important memories and love can be, even when material possessions are lacking. I was wondering, what specific type of violet herb is Grannie referring to? Is there a scientific name for it? Thank you for sharing this lovely story.

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