Grandmother Told Me

By Judith ''JJ'' Jamison

Who has influenced you in your life? What have they said or done to do that? Memories can be a powerful source of encouragement, a true sentimental journey. Take time to write your story from you memories of encouragement and send them to the author. A new book is in the making entitled What Grandmother told YOU.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 19, 2008
• ISBN: 9781462840182

Judith ''JJ'' Jamison

Judith Ann “JJ” Utz Jamison has been a financial advisor since 1985. She is a member of the Pikes Peak Rotary Club and a lifetime Girl Scout. “JJ” has served and continues to serve on many community non-profit boards that provide opportunities for youth connecting to the environment and history, as well as organizations improving health for the aging population. Currently she holds the title of CFP® and CSA®. Connecting the past to the present and future in creative ways to engage the coming generations is a passion of hers. She lives a sportswoman’s life in the mountain community of Woodland Park, Colorado with her husband, Larry.

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GRANDMOTHER TOLD ME

Judith JJ Jamison

Copyright © 2008 by Judith JJ Jamison.

Cover Photo: Grandmother visiting with neighbors over Garden Gate

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Contents

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

CHAPTER 1

Doing What Needs Doing

CHAPTER 2

Hat and Gloves

CHAPTER 3

Dollars & Sense

CHAPTER 4

1 Stitch or 9?

CHAPTER 5

Putting By

CHAPTER 6

Like a Duck on a June bug

CHAPTER 7

When You Smell Different

CHAPTER 8

Miss Ann Utz

Missed Nothing

CHAPTER 9

As Clear as Mud

EPILOGUE

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

My Mother, Eleanor, wisely used what Grandmother Told Me. It kept me minding my manners and it kept my room clean! I thank her. I also thank friends Helen and Tressa for using these commonsense sayings daily during the 13 years that I knew them and lived close to them. They helped keep my memories of my Grandmother constant. A colleague, Eleanor encouraged me to write my stories down. That is grand advice for anyone . . . we all have a story to tell, and someone wants to hear it! Thank you, ladies!

John Adams said in 1765: Let us dare to think, speak, read and write. Those are wonderful freedoms that I am exercising.

Friends Cindy and Debi were instrumental in helping me refine my thoughts in these words. So much thanks goes to these girlfriends. Another friend Jeanne said something one day while we were visiting that reminded me of a saying. I wanted to give her credit for it, but neither one of us could remember exactly what it was. So, credit goes to her for jogging my memory. Although we both had a mini mental vacation!

My greatest appreciation goes to my husband, Larry Jamison. He has a gift to encourage. His confidence in me has never wavered. He is as genuine as they come.

CHAPTER 1

Doing What Needs Doing

Grandmother told me that A woman who would tell her age would tell anything. At the time I didn’t know when Grandmother was born, but I certainly remember the day she died. It was Christmas Eve the year I was sixteen. (Grandmother would be proud; I didn’t give away my age!) My father and his sister, Ann, and brother, Bob, were so involved with arrangements, but couldn’t seem to agree. There was certainly some bickering going on about what Grandmother would want. My mother was trying to keep the peace, and I was simply trying to stay out of the way. My heart was broken, and I didn’t know what I needed in the way of comfort, or how to ask for it. I felt like Grandmother would say this was like Being between a rock and a hard place. The funeral was incredibly difficult for me. Grandmother told me Don’t let them see you cry. And, You can’t cry when you look up. I looked up the complete time we were in San Angelo, Texas for this very sad event. She was a stronger woman than I believe I will ever be. I couldn’t stop crying despite looking up all the time. The whole experience was a blur to me . . . all through tears.

My father, uncle and