My Grandmother was an amazing woman. She stood 511 at a time few women were that tall. She was big boned and strong, as stalwart as a statue in the wind. She was born in a covered wagon as her family returned from trying to settle in Texas. She rode upon a mule throughout Mississippi helping to set up new schools. She married a man much older and shorter than she, but a man of great intelligence and skill. Early on in their marriage her husband was hurt in a accident in the mill he owned, searing his lungs. Grandmother started a dairy to make money for her, an invalid husband and four children in the years going into the great depression. She could swaddle a baby and wrench a chickens neck, she was of pilgrim stock. She seemed stern and all business, but her Grandchildren were her soft spot. She lived to take her first plane ride in her 80s and to see the first moon shot. What a breadth of time.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 12:23:52 +0000
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