by Gladys Parker
Let me tell you a story of Mushrooms – how good they can be
Through all of my years, they have avoided me.
One day when I saw them, on H.T.’s grocery shelf
I bought some small round ones, to try them for myself.
Ginger, my grandaughter, was with me that day.
“I know about mushrooms,” is what I heard her say.
So I took then home and cleaned them – they were shiny white.
When slicing them, I was aghast! For something wasn’t right.
They were the poisonous kind. That was my belief.
But, when I called Ginger, my mind had great relief.
“Don’t worry,” Ginger said, “They are okay.
Dark places on the inside, sometimes grow that way.”
Then I tried them – in omelets and salads too.
I found them very good, fixed the way I do.
Ginger called the next morning. And this is what she said,
“Grandmama, are you living?” I said, “Yes, I’m not dead!”
That’s my experience with mushrooms. She was really surprised at me.
For never eating mushrooms, and said, “Grandmama, you’re ninety-three!”
The point of this story is – No matter what age you turn,
Listen to your grandchildren. It’s never too late to learn.