Grace comes to dinner

I’d like to think it’s because I am channeling … A Higher Power, but there is something in me that changes when I say grace.  I become (in my mind) very profound, but for some reason my voice reflects something quite different. The grand-kids look at me with their heads cocked, but the kids….well they struggle not to laugh….   Lately, when I say grace, I hear them murmur…oh uh..grace is here.

(It’s possible that I mis-read the writing on the window …)


(Norman Rockwell; 1894-1978; Saying Grace)

He painted this in 1951, the year I was born…prophetic, I think

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