The prompt for July 4 was Familial Feasts. We are asked if we would like to dedicate a holiday to a more distant relative. My first thought is my grandmothers, as I am named for them. I knew my Swedish Nanna, Elin, well. My mother’s mother, Grace, died a year before I was born. As I grow older, my sense is that I am like Grace in some ways. She enjoyed crafts and made aprons. I remember Nanna’s kitchen well, and I like to cook too.
memories span decades
from young to old
new memories created
Most of all, I love simple everyday life, and I like to keep the holidays simple. That’s why I wrote Quiet Christmas Poetry.
Ellen Grace Olinger