Ed Grisamore

Gris: When the blessings flow

Some days the blessings flow so freely I am convinced I need extra storage space. Other times they lay low and I have to double-check to make sure they are still there.

Great blessings are the sum of many small ones, noticed and unnoticed, tucked away in grateful hearts. Maya Angelou, the gifted, late poet, once wrote that gratitude should “be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer.”

This marks the 25th year I have shared my blessings with you on Thanksgiving Day. It is a tradition I started when I was a sportswriter, and I carried it with me when I began writing columns in 1998.

So let me begin with a thank-you note for loyal readers. If you keep reading ‘em, I’ll keep writing ‘em.

It is these things, a partial list, for which I am thankful:

For blue skies, happy trails and friends who make me laugh. ... That I can drive three hours in either direction and be at the beach or in the mountains. ... For folks who allow me to sit at their kitchen tables to share their stories and give me a self-guided tour of their lives. ...

For Grayson Brewer Grisamore, who has brought our family nine months and 16 days of joy, and who has been voted the most adorable grandchild in the history of grandchildren. (Sorry, the polls are closed.) And for everyone who kept telling us how wonderful it is to be a grandparent, because you knew what you were talking about. ...

For old dogs, library cards, lucky bamboo, Andy Griffith re-runs, salted pistachios in the shell and a parking space near the door when it is raining. ... That I did not bid on that Todd Gurley autographed football at a silent auction back in October. ... For satisfying Saturdays working in the yard, a time for fresh air, dirt under my fingernails and the best kind of tired there is. ... For veterans who have served their country, and public servants who keep us safe. ...

For folks who are not compelled to preach but have an overwhelming desire to minister. ... For the midway at the Georgia National Fair, and how it fills our senses. ... For gentlemen who still open doors for ladies. ... For an afternoon breeze and the porch swing at the Casa de Gris. ...

That I was asked by the Dancing Stars of Central Georgia to waltz on stage at the Macon City Auditorium in May to raise money for the local Alzheimer’s Association. It was great fun for a great cause. ... For snowflakes that fall a couple of times a year, just enough to build a snowman and make us forget how to drive. ... For Mother Teresa, who advised us never to travel faster than our guardian angels can fly. ...

For the second-grade classes at L.H. Williams Elementary School, who let me come and read to them after lunch every Monday. ... For the songbirds that gather at the all-you-can-eat buffet in our backyard, who keep the line moving and save the leftovers for the squirrels. ... For the way the fog comes up from the river, “on little cat feet,” as Carl Sandburg once wrote. ... For people who are both old-fashioned and young-at-heart. ...

For the life of 99-year-old Raymond Hamrick, who died earlier this week. He repaired clocks and watches at Andersen’s Jewelers for more than 80 years and blessed us with his passion for sacred harp music. ... For my “signature” breakfast of an egg, ham, cheese and Duke’s mayo on a toasted English muffin. Or, as we call it at my house, an “Ed McMuffin.” ... That today I am not a butterball turkey. ...

For Monday Morning Trivia, and everybody who lets me know how many they got right or wrong. ... For Ed Thornton, of Gray, who carved a turkey on the head of a toothpick and sent it to me just in time for Thanksgiving. ... For when I make up my mind that it’s a good day to have a good day. ...

That after 12 years of teaching classes on how to write your autobiography, I have finally decided to sit down and write my own. ... For the creed often attributed to John Wesley: “Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can.”

That when I married that little girl 32 years ago I also married Macon, and you grow where you’re planted. ... For absent friends and departed saints. ... For Delinda, Ed, Grant, Jake, Mama Charlie, Papa Joel, Summer Sterling and Brewer. ...

For all your blessings, too. Happy Thanksgiving.

Contact Gris at 744-4275 or egrisamore@macon.com

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