My friend Shady asked if I had posted about my grandmother before. She is the little girl in the photo above.
I did a post a long time ago but I decided to just write a new one.
This is my grandmother holding my mother. She always wore beautiful clothes.
My mother was conceived because my grandmother was in a deep depression. The doctors at the Mayo Clinic told my grandfather that what she needed was another baby. She already had two girls aged 6 and 9 but they were at school all day and Grandma must have been lonely and bored.
In modern times she would have been advised to go back to school and find a fulfilling career. In the olden days - go have a baby. This is my mother's reason for being alive. She always laughs about it.
I loved my grandmother so much. She was like a second mother because she babysat us when Mom had to work. She was always kind but also strict. No sassing or disobedience was allowed. A yardstick was used on our little bums, or if we were running away from her, our little legs. We must have known we deserved it because I don't remember being angry at her. She had a great deal of patience; it took a lot to get that yardstick out of the closet.
One of the things I loved about Grandma was she liked to shop and eat out, two things I also loved doing. My parents didn't have much money so we only ate out maybe once a year. But Grandma loved eating out. We would go pick her up and for me it was a day of fun. After shopping we would eat at a place called, Sages. I always ordered the same thing: turkey dinner with gravy over everything. Imagine! Having turkey when it wasn't a holiday! How cool was that?
Grandma gave me a book about God for Christmas one year when I was 19. That book, along with other things, helped persuade me to be a Christian. She was there the night I walked down the church aisle to give my life to God. Thank you Grandma, for that and for everything else. You were and are a treasure I keep in my heart. I can't wait to see you again in heaven.