Grandmother Great

There aren’t many things I have of my grandmother’s. Perhaps because she had 4 children, 11 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren. An afghan she made that reminds me of her deformed thumb from crocheting so much for so many grans (she had this strange way of holding the threads); her notes and notebooks from teaching so many Sunday School classes over the years; her childhood jewelry box and the figurine pictured here. I loved these monkeys as a child. I thought they were the wisest. Grandmother lived with us and used to tell of “Speak-no-evil, See-no-evil and Hear-no-evil.” They were real beings to me; there they would sit on her whatnot shelf watching over me to be sure I complied. As I grew, it became apparent how difficult in today’s world keeping that simple charge could be. I still don’t know which is more difficult – minding the tongue or keeping oneself from being affected by potentially evil or unhealthy situations. So the three little guys still keep watch in my sitting room, and Grandmother-Great's wisdom lives on.