When I was under the age of ten, Elfie Marie Briggs came to live with us for a time. This picture was taken in her youth. She was my Mother's Mother and I was named after her. I don't remember much about her except that during the time she stayed with us, following a stroke, we had a little record player. The song of choice was "Chicken Chatter". It sounded just like that. It was highly annoying and in her medical condition, I'm sure it was really irritating.
I haven't thought about that time in years, but my mom was caring for her mother. Since I have been a caregiver, it must have been highly stressful for my mother to juggle the three of us, my Grandmother and her job.
Now I have sympathy. At the time I was too busy listening to the chickens chatter on my record.
Take a few minutes today and let your spirit soar upward in a prayer of thanksgiving for the good things in your life. Think about them and write them down.
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