|Th magic of intergenerational connections|
|Tuesday, July 01, 2014 9:27 PM|
By Jim Langham
There was a lady in the small village where I was raised by the name of Sadie Snow. Sadie was one of my grandmother’s best friends. By the time I met her as a young child, she was nearly 90-years old. She lived in the family home on the next corner down from us. She kept “hardtack candy” in Ball jars and when my grandma and I walked down to visit her, she always told me that I could have as much candy as I could grab in one handful.
As small as my hands were at that young age, it was amazing how many pieces of candy they could pull out of that special jar as Sadie and Grandma laughed at my efforts.
These days, I occasionally visit Sadie’s grave in a cemetery named after her family, the Snow Cemetery. But I look at her life in a different perspective.