 Grandad and Grandma lived their lives in quiet before the world, But the quiet lives they before us lived Spoke volumes to the heart of this girl. From the rising of the sun to the setting of the same, Predictable patterns shaped their lives. The sun rose each mornin' o'r Rocky Hill To shine on their garden... Maters, beans, corn and peas, Ball jars to fill with all of these. Biscuits and gravy, peas with black eyes, Drippins in the pan... cube steak was a fryin', Apron wrapped round, I heard Grammaw say, "Y'all come on in and sit down right away." Grandad gave thanks with each head bowed, For the Lord's great bounty from His heavenly store. "I will lift mine eyes unto the hills From whence cometh my help, My help cometh from the Lord, Which made heaven and earth."
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