GRANDMA BALL

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GRANDMA BALL

Grandma Ball was my great grandma

And a very old lady was she.

Can’t recall her ever being young, 

Only as aged as can be.  

Grandma Ball was my great grandma 

And a kindly old lady was she. 

Can’t think of her once being selfish, 

Just as generous as can be. 

Grandma Ball was my great grandma 

And a very soft woman was she. 

Can’t think of her trying to be tough, 

Only as gentle as can be. 

Grandma Ball was my great grandma, 

A very friendly woman was she. 

Always had the house so full of guests, 

Served cake, biscuits and lots of tea. 

Grandma Ball was my great grandma 

And a jovial old gal was she.

She played her Pianola with us.

We all sang along after tea.

Grandma Ball was a good wife to Gogga, 

An eternally loyal woman was she.

Much too faithful for that cranky, old bugger

But back in those days women had to be.

Grandma Ball was my great grandma, 

A fairly healthy woman was she.

She finally lost her memory; 

For me ‘twas very sad to see. 

She claimed we were related to Ned Kelly, 

A famous Aussie bushranger was he. 

But I carefully checked our history 

And then proved her wrong on our family tree. 

Refused to move to an old folks’ home; 

Determined to live on her own. 

Before the days of  telephone, 

So sad because to falls she was prone.

That summer vacation we went to stay.

Mum said Grandma Ball had passed away.

We were all so upset, believe me,

At her graveside in the cemetery

But the good part was they named it Balls’ Hill 

And every year we visit her still. 

A/N My dear mother was raised from childhood by her grandparents. She couldn't 

pronounce the word "Grandpa" and instead called her grandfather "Gogga."