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Happy Birthday, Grammy
Apr. 14th, 2010 11:00 amToday is the 120th anniversary of my maternal grandmother's birth. Yes, she was born on the 25th anniversary of Lincoln's assassination, and her 22nd birthday was the last day Titanic saw sunlight.
Here she is during World War II with the youngest of her four sons:
Here is Grammy sewing in her kitchen, probably in the 1940s (the master bedroom is in the background):
I was the youngest of her 11 grandchildren, and I came upon the scene when she was already a senior citizen, but she did make me some doll clothes with that sewing machine, and she crocheted huge single-granny-square afghans for my parents and me.
I took this photo of my mother and her mother when I got my first camera, a Polaroid, for Christmas in 1971:
All my older cousins called her Mémé (pronounced "meh-may" in the Canadian French patois), but for some reason my mother thought that sounded lower-class, so I called her Grammy. I always enjoyed her company so much, even though her body had gotten frail by the time I got to be in elementary school. She had severely bowed legs. But she was a strong-minded person. Despite her dentures, she could still eat corn off the cob in 1974. I don't think she was well-educated, but she had an awfully good heart.
Here she is during World War II with the youngest of her four sons:
Here is Grammy sewing in her kitchen, probably in the 1940s (the master bedroom is in the background):
I was the youngest of her 11 grandchildren, and I came upon the scene when she was already a senior citizen, but she did make me some doll clothes with that sewing machine, and she crocheted huge single-granny-square afghans for my parents and me.
I took this photo of my mother and her mother when I got my first camera, a Polaroid, for Christmas in 1971:
All my older cousins called her Mémé (pronounced "meh-may" in the Canadian French patois), but for some reason my mother thought that sounded lower-class, so I called her Grammy. I always enjoyed her company so much, even though her body had gotten frail by the time I got to be in elementary school. She had severely bowed legs. But she was a strong-minded person. Despite her dentures, she could still eat corn off the cob in 1974. I don't think she was well-educated, but she had an awfully good heart.
