Friday Fictioneers-Skipping Stones

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Most grandmas have a touch of the scallywag.  ~Helen Thomson

I don’t recall exact conversations with Grandma Mable, but my memory carries snapshots of her.

Baking rolls in miniature pie tins in her kitchen. Fresh baked cookies being removed from the ancient oven. Sis and I would salivate while we waited for them to cool enough to sample the tasty treats.

Picnics took place on sweltering summer days in her yard, where flowers grew in abundance. I can still taste the sweetness of homemade lemonade.

I remember skipping stones with her while she whistled a broken tune. Mable’s would skip lively. Mine would sink. Seagulls would ascend at the disturbance.

100 words/Genre: Memoir

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Please be sure to go to her page and read the stories from other writers. We are a rather eclectic group. I welcome kudos and criticism. Bring it on.

28 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-Skipping Stones

  1. Dear Renee,

    This is in the top five this week, but who’s counting. Unique, outside of the box, well written and strangely satisfying. I loved it. Thank you for letting me read it.

    Aloha,

    Doug

    • Dear Doug,

      Thank you, thank you, thank you. Your comment warms my sparkly heart! I loved writing it. My Grandma Mable was something else. One of the toughest women I’ve ever known. Thank you for loving my story.

      Love, Renee

  2. Dear Renee,

    I loved the first line…that her memory carried snapshots. Nothing to criticize. Beautiful remembrances. I could smell the kitchen aromas and wished that Mable was my grandma. Well done, my dear. Well done, indeed.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

    • Dear Rochelle,

      Your comments always set my heart dancing. This story came from the title, Skipping Stones. We skipped them on many occasions. You would have loved her. That woman even walked the five mile Mackinaw Bridge every Labor Day. Even did it two days before she died. She was well into her 80’s by then. Thank you for kind comments and the love of my story. Mwah!

      Love, Renee

    • Thank you my dear. I’m glad you felt the story like I did when I wrote it. Mable was quite a lady. I like to think some of her rubbed off on me and made me the woman I am today.

      Love, Renee

  3. I love that you Grams was an expert rock skipper. I can picture her as a young girl, skipping rocks. Maybe she dreamed of skipping rocks with her grandchild one day. I imagine you made her very happy.

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