My Gammy Johnson was a hoot; all v feet of her!   For most of her life, she was a single mom raising ii kids, working xl hours a week at a fourth dimension when most moms didn't work.   Though I ™m certain she struggled, y'all would have never known it to look at her.   She was always dressed to the nines, always in heels (yes, fifty-fifty when we went to the Laundromat) and ever had a smile on her face.   From Gammy I learned the thrill of giving to others, the beauty of a gut-wrenching country music vocal, and how to polka with the best of them at the local VFW.

My Grandmother Chilton always seemed then tall to me.   She had the perfect posture of a southern lady, and I tin't remember her always maxim a negative word about anyone.   She raised a big family with her best friend, my grandfather, and always seemed honored to do and then.   In her church building and her community, she was someone others could count on.   Though her firm was always immaculate, she was never too busy to chat with a friend or family member. From Grandmother I learned how to brand moist strawberry breadstuff, the style statement a neat hat can make, and the importance of church in everyone's life.

Though I miss them both very much, the lessons they taught me and the fourth dimension I spent with them is not forgotten.   In today's earth when then many people live far away from their families, sometimes it's the seniors in our communities who suffer the near.   In years past, if family members weren't geographically close to their aging relatives, in that location were long-time friends who could lend a helping mitt, or provide a meal when times were tough.   Today, sadly, those connections are rare, yet there are still grandmothers, grandfathers and other adults in our customs who need a helping paw.

This is why I volunteer for our local Meals on Wheels programme.

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The seniors, or handicapped adults, who I visit at lunch-time are more grateful for the i on one conversation than they are for the hot meal.   For many, the Meals on Wheels volunteers are the only people they speak with on a daily basis.   The recipients of the meals ever thank me profusely for taking the time to talk with them, but truly, I feel blessed for having the hazard to make a small difference in someone's life.

Before my kids left for college, they rode along with me on Mondays.   Now that both of them are gone for the school year, each time I ring the doorbell of another home, I know in that location will be a quick conversation about how the kids are doing.   In plough, I ™m always ready with an update or photo.   If yous have a immature child who is not yet in school, what a great example you could fix if he or she accompanied you on a Meals on Wheels road!   The added benefit is the conversation that inevitably take place back in the car well-nigh how blessed your own family is.

If your center is open up, and you have an hour that you are willing to give, telephone call the Lewisville Senior Center – 972-219-5050. They can gear up you up once a calendar week, or in one case a month.   My route never takes more than 45 minutes to consummate, just the benefits last so much longer.