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This painting always reminds me of the grandmother I never met. Her name was Jennie, and she died just after giving birth to my Aunt. My father always told me how beautiful she was; what a great gardener & cook she was; and how she had every hymn in the Methodist hymnal memorized. They lived next door to the church. She played the piano everyday for family & friends after supper. Everyone would sing those hymns & lots of popular tunes as well. It was a house full of music & joy. His world collapsed when she died; but when he met my mother, he found his joy again. He maintained that delight for 64 years of marriage.
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