A year ago today we laid our Grandmother to rest.
I still want to be like her when I grow up.
Now that I\’m older
if you don\’t like it kiss my royal behind…..
A year ago today we laid our Grandmother to rest.
I still want to be like her when I grow up.
Now that I\'m older 
i didnt know your grandmother…but i know that she would be so proud of the grandmother figure you are to the boys at work…and the wonderful friend you are to me…love you lots…susan
grandmothers rule.
are we not lucky to of known them.
with sorrow,
jb
G/mother was an artist, poet and short story writer. She took painting lessons when she was 80. She was very talented. I think that probably she didn’t write a book because her thought scattered.
I loved the stories she used to tell me about when her and G/daddy married. About borrowing $49 to make a crop on the farm. About living through the depression.
I think I was the only one she told those stories too…..no one else seems to remember them.
will you write them down?
curious in ri,
jb
In one of my older posts I wrote about some of the stuff she told me. I’ll see if I can find it and refer you to it.
I found it. It was April 1, 2006 post, titled Passing it on….
https://jcoftw.wordpress.com/2006/04/page/6/
Great-grandmother was a kick ass lady. No two ways about it. I miss her, but I know she is in a happier place now. Hell, I think she was pissed that she lived as long as she did.