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Granny's Penguin

    Hey, everyone. My wife and I watched a movie this evening. It was a good one, but I'd seen it before. Bobby Jones, Stroke of Genius is the story of the legendary golfer from Georgia who built the Augusta National Golf Course. By all accounts he was a class guy and his spirit hovers over life in Augusta to this day. I lived there for many years, so I should know. But this post is not about him or that movie.
   When my wife went to bed a moment ago, I was turning out the living room lamps and saw a curious thing lying on the end table. It is always there, so I don't know why it struck me so, seeing it as I did. It is a small penguin which Carley uses as a bookmark. One of the grand kids gave it to her several years ago and she has used it ever since. You can bet that it is precious to her. When you think about a kid spending their money on you, buying you something out of a heart of love, it is a special thing.
    Granny's are also special. They remember your birthday and almost always are givers, more than takers. They cook and work, and rest when everyone else is taken care of. They tend the sick, encourage the depressed and build up rather than tear down.
     I'm sure Carley could tell you which grand kid bought the penguin, the year it was given to her and the circumstances. He's a happy-looking penguin. Happy, like kids when they see their granny. And grannies when they see their grandkids.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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