Georgia’s Own Southern Peach: My Grandmother

Posted: August 16, 2010 in Photos, Q.Whitening Photos, Q.Whitening Short Stories
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Ray Charles- Georgia On My Mind

My grandmother was born in Monticello, Georgia on Septemeber 21, 1933 and passed away on January of 2009. Her impact on my life has blanketed the way I live, think, and carry myself. She is one of the best women I have ever met in my life. In so many ways, it’s because of her that my take on life and love is strong as it is. I can remember me saying to her, “I hope to meet a woman that is at least 1/4 of you in that woman’s own way. And if I ever did get to meet that woman I will marry her.” My grandmother’s display of love, compassion, and warmth has created a side of me that allows me to appriecate life in ways others take for granted. She is one of my biggest goals today. If I never get to accomplish any other goal in my life, I do want to accomplish my goal of showing her I have become a good man. I want to show her that every piece of wisdom, every ounce of love and sacrifice she provided for me didn’t go to waste. So, Grandma, I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. You are the best and I realize that you helped make sure I never settled for less. I love you Mattie L. Smith, rest in peace you Southern Peach.

From My Grandmother to you. Enjoy!

A True Woman

The summer holds so many memories for me; it has helped to make my brain a wonderland at times. One summer memory that comes to mind is when I was fifteen. It had to be at least ninety degrees but it felt like it was a hundred. My grandfather was the true definition of what it was to be old fashion. When it was time to cook, no matter the weather, it was time to cook. So my grandmother is in the kitchen cooking, sweating more then Patrick Ewing in the lay-up line. I am looking at her as she cooks and I just think why. Why is she cooking? Why aren’t we just having take out in the first place? But my grandfather is not thinking that at all. The more my grandmother cooked, the more it hurt me. I can see her emotional pain in ever bead of sweat dripping from her face as she does her best to keep her moral poker face intact. What tops it all off is after all the cooking, the sweating, and the eating my grandfather didn’t even attempt to part his lips to say, ‘That was delicious.’ I don’t want to paint a picture of my grandfather that makes it seem like he’s this cold hearted man who has no sign of feelings; just that he had his own way of showing his love. My grandmother cooking that day is not what made her a true woman. There isn’t this complex difference between her cooking a meal and today’s woman studying to get her Masters. What makes her a true woman is the fact that she didn’t allow the lack of appreciation affect her overall personality. My grandmother could have let this hinder an overall goal she may have subconsciously set for us. As I have gotten older the more I realize how easy it is to allow the lack of recognition to cause bitterness. The development of that bitterness can affect the morale of so many people you come in contact with. My grandmother may have been in great pain after that meal but I do appreciate the strength she showed me that day. She could have let this get to her to the point that she decided to go against my grandfather. She could have let the mental suffering take over and crush the morale in our household. Sometimes I wonder if she allowed situations like this to affect her personally, would I even be the man that I am today. Whether you’re a woman who is an executive, independent figure at whatever corporation or a woman who takes care of home in the housewife position, the essence of being a true woman is all the same. You try your best to hold yourself to principles and morals that you feel can bring out the best in your family and others. For this reason the essence of a true woman comes out of you even when it seems as if reward will never come your way. So when you, as a woman, feel like your not valued or think no one has their eyes or ears towards you; someone is watching and appreciating what you’re doing. Remember that those principles and morals that you are holding yourself to, even in the darkest of night, is the definition of what it is to be a TRUE WOMAN.

Written By: Q.Whitening

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Comments
  1. Jammie says:

    Niiice 93!! RIP Ms. Smith!!!

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