Garma – Stories My Mother Told Me
My mother speaks of my great-grandmother as if she knew her, even though she died many years before my mother’s birth. “Garma was something else, yes,” she said to me with a smile. Garma was what they all called her, a child’s mispronunciation of the word Grandma before they were old enough to properly frame the word. For the rest of her life this is what she was called. She is called Garma still in the tales told about her, in my prayers to the image I have of her in my head and the spirit that I feel she holds. Read More Here
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