Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Grandmothers: A Collection in Words and Photographs

By Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen

The original stories in this collection, combined with inspiring quotes and heartwarming photographs of joyful times spent together are sure to warm the hearts of grandmothers everywhere.

Grandmothers and roses are much the same.
Each are God's masterpieces with different names.

Grandmothers, their children and grandchildren will find reflections of their own lives in each page of this precious volume.

The heartwarming stories and photographs in Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Grandmothers celebrate and capture the tender moments spent together with family: the joyful surprise of becoming a grandma; the simple, happy times baking cookies or going fishing together; the awe inspiring times when young grandchildren teach us lessons about life and living.

Through these stories grandmothers will be reminded of the invaluable contribution they make to their families and will celebrate the honored position they hold in their circle of loved ones.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chicken Soup for the Soul
• Release date: Oct 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781453276297

Jack Canfield

Jack Canfield, America’s #1 Success Coach, is the cocreator of the Chicken Soup for the Soul® series, which includes forty New York Times bestsellers, and coauthor with Gay Hendricks of You’ve GOT to Read This Book! An internationally renowned corporate trainer, Jack has trained and certified over 4,100 people to teach the Success Principles in 115 countries. He is also a podcast host, keynote speaker, and popular radio and TV talk show guest. He lives in Santa Barbara, California.

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CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL®

CELEBRATES GRANDMOTHERS

CHICKEN SOUP FOR

THE SOUL® CELEBRATES

GRANDMOTHERS

A Collection in Words and Photographs by

Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen

and

Lori Brystan

Backlist, LLC, a unit of

Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC

Cos Cob, CT

www.chickensoup.com

CONTENTS

Crinkles and Crow’s Feet Anne Culbreath Watkins

A Giant Leap For Grandma Sally Friedman

Fish in Peace Daniel Favor

Sticky Memories Mary Ann Cook

Jenny’s Antique Harriet May Savitz

Make a Memory B. J. Taylor

What’s in a Name? Patty Swyden Sullivan

My Five-Dollar Friends Charlotte A. Lanham

The Blessing of Giving Melva Cooper

Of Satin and Ceremonies Carol McAdoo Rehme

Really Alive Harriet May Savitz

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When a child is born, so are grandmothers.

—Judith Levy

CRINKLES AND CROW’S FEET

Igasped in horror as I stared at the picture on my new driver’s license. Who is that old woman? I cried, clapping my hand overmy eyes. What happened to the slender, blonde girl who used to be there? I peeked out between my fingers. With just the barest hint of a smile curving her lips, the unfamiliar face gazed steadily back at me. There were crow’s feet crinkling out from her eyes and multiple strands of gray streaking through her hair. Though I didn’t recognize her face, my name marched boldly across the bottom of the license. I shuddered and tucked the offensive piece of plastic into my pocketbook.

For the next few days I walked around in a state of mild shock. Physically, I didn’t feel a bit older. In fact, I felt as chipper and cheerful as always. But I hadn’t seen a picture of myself in a long time, and the license photo was a rude awakening. The only good thing about it, I told myself, was that nobody else who saw it seemed shocked by my mature appearance. Maybe I was the only one surprised by the fact that age had snuck up behind me and unkindly retouched my looks.

I fought to get past the nagging plastic reminder that I would never be smooth-faced or blithely young again. No matter how I struggled, I found myself swinging between bouts of depression because I looked so old and pride that I had thus far survived all the curve balls life had thrown my way.

Then, while browsing through the newspaper one day, I spotted something that grabbed my attention. I pulled the paper closer and squinted at the grainy black-and-white photograph of a former