The hands that shaped me: My grandma's loving touch
by Mary Ann Ferrara
Dec 12, 2023
3 minutes
Grandma held my hand with a firm but gentle grip on the way to St. Mary’s Church for Sunday Mass. I watched her hands as she reached for her worn, black leather purse to take out a dollar bill for the collection plate. Her hands were worker’s hands – broad palms, sturdy fingers, and short, clipped nails.
I learned a lot about Grandma by watching her at work. I remember her hands gently covering mine as she showed me how
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