I can only think of one thing better than being rocked by your grandma, and that is being rocked by your great-grandma. I was very lucky to have known and been close to two of my great-grandmas. Grandma Roberts, my mom's grandma, lived in Frankfort when I was growing up. I remember going there, and talking with her as she rocked in her recliner in front of her big picture window. Out of all of my grandmas, I only had one Mammaw. That was Mammaw Hilda. She was my dad's grandma. What I remember most of Mammaw is her singing...probably because Nannie carried it on. I sing those songs with my little ones. In fact, Lilya often will ask me to sing the "yittle yam" song (that translates to little lamb). When I am finished, she'll say, "How about kitty song." I love singing these songs to (and now, with) her, but I love even more that Nannie is able to come and rock and sing those songs to my little ones. What a wonderful memory to carry on throughout generations!
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