Today my grandmother, known as Grandma A, would
have been 99 years old. Grandma A passed
away at the age of 95. Can you imagine
the stuff you have seen in that kind of lifetime?
Wow.
Grandma A was an amazing person. She was almost 40, 39 and a half if you asked
her, when she had my Mom. My Mom was the
youngest of three children all eight and a half years apart. My cousins are 10 and 20 years older than us. Because of this, it felt like we had Grandma
A all to ourselves.
My Mom, Aunt Barb, Grandma A., and J.L. |
Us kids with Grandma A. |
My Grandpa Amos had passed away just after I was
born. 22 months later my Mom had four
small children and Grandma A was heavily involved in our lives. I am fortunate to have actually had all of
my grandmothers and great-grandmothers living for quite a while.
Grandma A would come and stay with us for
Christmas sleeping in our spare room and opening gifts with us in the morning. We would get $100 in crisp $1 bills each
Christmas from her. She moved in with my
parents towards the last part of my high school years after she had a
stroke. I loved having her in our
downstairs area apartment. I would come home
to find letters attached to my mirror or on my pillow from her. These letters included stories, memories,
comics, daily devotions from her calendars, or even articles from the
newspaper. This started many years of
writing letters back and forth that stretched from the time I left for college,
to when I moved into my own apartment, to when I met Kenyon and got married, and
finally until she passed away.
I miss getting letters from her. I cherish the letters I do have and will get
them out from time to time to read and remember her. I loved to visit her house in Melba and
attend the Melba Old Tyme 4th of July events each year. As kids we would sit on the lawn and watch
the fireworks each year. Melba was also
the meeting place for family that came to town.
Grandma A was the best cook and was known for her
homemade rolls. I remember she also made
a really great black bottom pie. There
wasn’t anything she made that wasn’t delicious.
We would serve our dinners around her large dining room table chatting
up a storm.
My favorite photo of Grandma A taken at one of my Hawaiian parties |
Grandma A loved roses and the pink rose in particular. Pink roses just smell like Grandma A. Her house in Melba was surrounded by rose
bushes. My brother took this photo of a
rosebush at my Mom’s house that was from one Grandma A’s starts.
I am sad she never got to meet Emma, Katie’s
youngest daughter. Grandma A was so
thrilled when Katie announced she was pregnant with Hailey. They had a lot of fun playing in the living
room area where Grandma A was living when Hailey would visit Mom and Dad’s
house.
What I miss most are her hugs. If I could see her again I would hug her and
hold on tight. The day she passed away,
the doctors think she had a stroke earlier that morning. She had slipped into a coma by the time I
arrived at the hospital. Grandma A knew
we were there. She was just hanging on
until all her children arrived and then passed away through the night.
I believe there are certain people that come into
or lives for a reason. I know my life
has been that much more special due to the time I had with Grandma A. She is forever and always missed!
Cousin Sarah infront of the headstone |
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