Thank God for dirty dishes.

They have a tale to tell.

While others may go hungry,

we’re eating very well.

With home, health and happiness, I should not want to fuss.

By the stack of evidence, God has been very good to us.

– Author unknown

This is one of the first poems I learned.   As little girl being raised in Brooklyn, NY, I  used to go to a store front church with my maternal grandmother.   She was very much into the church, and very much into prayer.   As  a five year old, I didn’t know much about prayer, but I knew I had to be thankful for everything given to me.   When we had family dinners, we all had to take turns saying grace.   No one ever wanted to do it, because no one could bless the food better than grandma.  One day grandma told me that it would soon be my turn to say grace. *gasp*  It wouldn’t be that day, but it would be soon – so I had better be prepared.

I was a nervous wreck trying to figure out what I would say.   Then one day I noticed a wooden plaque in my grandma’s kitchen that had this “Dirty Dishes Poem.”  I found it interesting.   Then, I noticed in my house my mom had a ceramic dish hanging in the kitchen with the exact same poem.   My aunt had a picture frame with a photo and that poem.   Others had ceramic spoon holders which had this poem.   This poem was everywhere and I hadn’t noticed it until I was given the task of saying grace.

The day finally came and I was prepared.  The entire family which included my grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins gathered around the table.  We held hands and everyone bowed their heads while I said my version of grace – it was this poem.   It was short.   Grace was usually much longer, you blessed everyone who had part in buying the food, making the food, preparing the food for service, God for providing the food…and on and on and on.   My grace was very short – 30 seconds flat.   I finished and there was a long awkward pause.   My grandma raised her head and looked at me.  At first I was scared as I was sure she disapproved.  She mouthed to me…”Are you done?”  I nodded yes.   She mouthed to me “Say Amen!”  I smiled and said “Aaaaa-men!”  Grandma quickly said  “Let’s eat!” Then the business and commotion that ensues when everyone is trying to fix their plate began.

After dinner, I was asked where I got the poem.   I pointed to that wooden plaque.  Many have walked past the plaque time and time again, but no one realized that my grace came from the plaque.   I am over 40 years old now and that continues to be my grace.

My grandmother has since passed away.   Her wooden plaque is now broken and held together with hot glue and hanging in my mother’s kitchen.   I am not sure what happened to her ceramic dish.  I have always wanted to have this plaque in my own kitchen.   I no longer see it in stores.  I suppose it was an item significant to those times.   One day I will inherit that precious plaque, however I don’t plan on that any time soon.  In the meantime, I realize I can make my own.  Forever metal panels are the perfect solution.  Here, you will see the metal panel that I created using Forever Artisan software.  This is a 6″x 6″ metal print which will be perfect to hang at the small area leading into my kitchen.  I used techniques from the Start2Finish Video Mackinac Memories.  The content used is Modern Kitchen from Storybook Legacy Collection by Forever (dishes and hardware),  Cooked Add on Paper Pack by DesignerDigitals (Paper), and My Garden Add on Pak by Cottage Arts (Wood).

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Did you know that Metal Prints are currently on sale?  Well they are!  Guess what?  We also have a freebie for you.  Click  here for details and to download your freebie, but act fast!!!  There are only a few days left.   Here is a metal print I created using the freebie.  I plan to sit it on my desk in my office as a friendly reminder of how awesome I am! 😉

This is the Be Yourself 12×12 Metal Print by ClickCollage.   I created my metal print in 8×8 size so that it fits nicely on my desk.  I removed the bow and edited the colors and template to suit my needs.

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6 Responses to Blog: Dirty Dishes

  1. karenbowser6072@gmail.com says:

    Meka, I am just seeing this and love it! I would love to be able to share this with your permission.

  2. kathy says:

    Thanks Tameka. This gave me ideas. Why is it I don’t think outside the box?

  3. Lisa Moore says:

    What a lovely story and poem/grace! Thanks for sharing Tameka!

  4. Sandy says:

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful memory. In my family we each took turns saying “God is Great, God is Good, let us thank him for our food” when we were little. When we started confirmation classes we were told we could no longer say that one. We were supposed to pray from our hearts. I can still see the dimples on my dad’s face one night when it was my turn and I let out with a grace I had learned at Girl Scouts: Rub a dub-dub. Thanks for the grub, YEAH God! That was the only time I got away with that (except when I taught it to my girls on a camping trip).

    • Tameka says:

      Hilarious. I love that story. We used to say the God is Great one but my cousin snagged that one. Had to do something different. A older cousin had to read the big words to me…but once I knew it and committed it to memory, I was on a roll.

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