Midweek Meditation

"Self pity stinks."

I remember my paternal grandmother saying this often enough

 that I consider it one of her lifetime philosophies.

She was born on November 28, 1907.

My grandmother was the daughter of Polish immigrants.  She married a coal miner and raised five children during the great depression.  Later she worked sewing in a dress factory.  During the far too few years that I was lucky to have shared with her, she sewed and crocheted and gardened and baked and cooked huge holiday feasts and always worked hard.  Late in her life my grandmother made a great many quilts.  I am very fortunate to have "Poinsettias" which was her first.  I loved my grandmother very much.