An Open Letter to Ronda Rich (www.rondarich.com)
On February 24, 2012 in an article entitled “Don’t call me Granny” you described your vision of a “Granny” as someone who often wore their gray hair in a tight bun, their shoulders were slumped from the weight of a lifetime or work and worry, and often, wore simple, cotton dresses---- sometimes made from fancy flour sacks------accented by the constant presence of an apron. You were belittling your friend Karen’s desire to be called Granny by her grandchildren. You said you were going to pray that Jesus delivers her from this wish.
My Granny is quite different from yours. My Granny is a lively little brown eyed brunette with a heart as big as all outdoors. She’s a walking encyclopedia for all things garden or kitchen related and is proud to be called Granny by her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She’s not Granny just to her grandchildren, but to all the family. I’ve even dropped the little nicknames like “Cricket” and now call her Granny too. She shares her knowledge with her granddaughters, who all know you don’t go into Granny’s kitchen without covering your hair and properly washing your hands. She’s always available to those that need a shoulder to cry on, or an attentive ear and wise loving advice. This Granny has been my loving bride for over thirty years.
You should understand that Granny is not just a name, it’s an hard earned title of respect and admiration. You and Karen would be blessed to have it some day.
Sincerely,
Poppa
You should understand that Granny is not just a name, it’s an hard earned title of respect and admiration. You and Karen would be blessed to have it some day.
Sincerely,
Poppa
