As I climbed into the back seat of my grandmother's 1963 chevy, she whispered, "The munchkins live in the fields among the lettuce, tomatoes and corn. Keep an eye out for them." I pressed my face against the window as she drove past field after field trying to spy just one munchkin. I was always disappointed as the car turned into the driveway signaling the end of the ride.
Twenty-five years later on my wedding day as the rays of the sun begin to reach over the storm clouds, I look out the window and hear my grandmother's voice, "Don't worry, they've sprinkled gold dust on the path, the sun will come out and your future is bright."
Tis just another magpie tale---for more, step this
way!
7 comments:
Beautiful...oh your Grandma was a wise lady....enjoyed the pleasure of riding with her for a while...thank you...bkm
Tenderly remembered and rendered, CM. A sprinking of grandmother gold dust is just the perfect thing to turn a brick way into the "yellow brick road" back to our childhood munchkins and forward to our adult dreams.
smiles. cool gramma and the gold dust...very nice touch...
Magical story. It is great when people we love stay with us in our memories.
I love this. There's nothing quite as magical as a grandmother's gold dust.
Words of a loving grandmother always inspire.
This conjures fairies and fair forts in Ireland for me. Some magical things never go away, like Grandma's voice, childhood imaginings and fairy dust.
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