Today is Gram's Funeral. I woke to a huge T-Storm. Gram would have loved it.
Yesterday was hard. To see her body and not the Soul that drove it was painful. Gram was ready but we sure aren't.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
In Memory Of My Frugal Hero...
Maybelle Hester
May 26, 1926 - August 5, 2007
Her dash (-) touched and inspired all who knew and loved her. God took her to be with Gramps this morning. She went the way she asked to go--in her sleep . She had 5 syblings and attended her last sybling's (Earl) funeral just this past week. They were very close.
Gran lost her own mother at the age of 4 due to complications of asthma (pneumonia set in after getting caught in the rain). This, I believe, had a profound impact on Gram. Why do I say this? Because my father was not her son by blood. She took my father in when he was 3 weeks old and half dead from neglect and mistreatment. She was an unmarried woman at the time and worked as a housekeeper. Although she never legally adopted my father, he was her son in all but blood. I owe my very existance to this woman.
She later took a job at a local pottery to provide for herself and Dad. During that time (and w/o a high school diploma) she went to school and graduated, took her boards and became a Registered Nurse. For years my Gran owned and operated a nursing home. Her residents were well cared for and she was loved and respected for her generous heart.
Gran was human, too. Before Dad came into the picture, she and 2 friends, known as the Golden Girls, loved to party. Gran loved to laugh. I think the only time I ever saw her w/o a smile on her lips was when Grandpa died.
Gran met and wed my Grandpa while she worked at the pottery. He was 20 years her senior and I never saw a couple that loved each other so well. Grandpa was born in 1904 and passed on December 15, 1990. They had two boys and 2 girls. Gran sold the nursing home when Grandpa died.
Grams favorite color was red and she loved broaches. I seldom saw her without an apron or a smock (her at home work uniform). Gram was a frugal diva. She loved to cook and bake. What I remember most about Gram....She left a huge Santa up year round. This was a reminder to always keep Christmas in her heart through out the year. I asked.. :o) also, it wasn't Thanksgiving unless you ate at least one Cranberry!
At the age of 81 she still cooked and cleaned in her own home. My Aunt lived with her the last couple of years but not because Gram needed her too. But because she liked the company.
Gram is survived by 3 sons, 1 daughter, 6 grandchildren, 18 Great and 1 Great Great Grandchild.
I was priveledged to know and love my Gram for 40 yrs. and her greatest gift to me was to remember to live life in your own style and never take love for granted!
I feel better for having written this. She lived thru A LOT of history and loved to talk about her life as a girl and the differences of then and now. She was an amazing woman and I only wish I had known her better than I did.
I love you, Gram!
Lorrie
May 26, 1926 - August 5, 2007
Her dash (-) touched and inspired all who knew and loved her. God took her to be with Gramps this morning. She went the way she asked to go--in her sleep . She had 5 syblings and attended her last sybling's (Earl) funeral just this past week. They were very close.
Gran lost her own mother at the age of 4 due to complications of asthma (pneumonia set in after getting caught in the rain). This, I believe, had a profound impact on Gram. Why do I say this? Because my father was not her son by blood. She took my father in when he was 3 weeks old and half dead from neglect and mistreatment. She was an unmarried woman at the time and worked as a housekeeper. Although she never legally adopted my father, he was her son in all but blood. I owe my very existance to this woman.
She later took a job at a local pottery to provide for herself and Dad. During that time (and w/o a high school diploma) she went to school and graduated, took her boards and became a Registered Nurse. For years my Gran owned and operated a nursing home. Her residents were well cared for and she was loved and respected for her generous heart.
Gran was human, too. Before Dad came into the picture, she and 2 friends, known as the Golden Girls, loved to party. Gran loved to laugh. I think the only time I ever saw her w/o a smile on her lips was when Grandpa died.
Gran met and wed my Grandpa while she worked at the pottery. He was 20 years her senior and I never saw a couple that loved each other so well. Grandpa was born in 1904 and passed on December 15, 1990. They had two boys and 2 girls. Gran sold the nursing home when Grandpa died.
Grams favorite color was red and she loved broaches. I seldom saw her without an apron or a smock (her at home work uniform). Gram was a frugal diva. She loved to cook and bake. What I remember most about Gram....She left a huge Santa up year round. This was a reminder to always keep Christmas in her heart through out the year. I asked.. :o) also, it wasn't Thanksgiving unless you ate at least one Cranberry!
At the age of 81 she still cooked and cleaned in her own home. My Aunt lived with her the last couple of years but not because Gram needed her too. But because she liked the company.
Gram is survived by 3 sons, 1 daughter, 6 grandchildren, 18 Great and 1 Great Great Grandchild.
I was priveledged to know and love my Gram for 40 yrs. and her greatest gift to me was to remember to live life in your own style and never take love for granted!
I feel better for having written this. She lived thru A LOT of history and loved to talk about her life as a girl and the differences of then and now. She was an amazing woman and I only wish I had known her better than I did.
I love you, Gram!
Lorrie
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Kid's Pranks....Not Funny!
The day started well...Then MIL called and Dh said, "Yeah, I'll be right over." The front door banged as he left.
One minute later....Dh comes back in the house swearing loudly! Kids egg-ed his new truck during the night. He's had this truck for a little over a year and it is his baby.
I wanted to report it to the police but he said they won't do anything.
What makes kids think that destroying property is in the least bit funny? My husband works hard for what he has. He had his last truck for 12 yrs--bought new and taken care of. He kept it so nice that it was used as a trade in when he bought this one.
I'm not being self-righteous here...I didn't do stuff like this growing up. So I really don't understand why?
Two weeks ago, the police pulled over teens who were driving past our home...high/drunk and carrying a gun. They went past our home yelling at our daughter and some of her friends. They stopped (the teens) a neighbor boy and he saw the gun. The police were called and they were arrested. How scary is that?
I live in a SMALL town. Violence is spreading. Who has answers? Anyone?
One minute later....Dh comes back in the house swearing loudly! Kids egg-ed his new truck during the night. He's had this truck for a little over a year and it is his baby.
I wanted to report it to the police but he said they won't do anything.
What makes kids think that destroying property is in the least bit funny? My husband works hard for what he has. He had his last truck for 12 yrs--bought new and taken care of. He kept it so nice that it was used as a trade in when he bought this one.
I'm not being self-righteous here...I didn't do stuff like this growing up. So I really don't understand why?
Two weeks ago, the police pulled over teens who were driving past our home...high/drunk and carrying a gun. They went past our home yelling at our daughter and some of her friends. They stopped (the teens) a neighbor boy and he saw the gun. The police were called and they were arrested. How scary is that?
I live in a SMALL town. Violence is spreading. Who has answers? Anyone?
I'll Save This For Birtha....
I'm sure millions of 40yr + women have looked in the mirror and said, "THAT'S NOT ME!" Where did that young vibrant woman go? You know who I'm talking about! The one who could fit in a size 9/10 without laying on the bed and pulling up the zipper with a pair of plyers. Not a pretty picture, I'll admit...but I've seen it.
Where did she go? The attractive woman who wore make up and fixed her hair. Who took the time to choose and wear nice clothes--not the woman sitting at this computer in a pair of mans striped boxers and an A-shirt, ratty hair in a lopsided pony tail with yesterdays make up raccooning her eyes. At least I haven't lost my fashion sense...the A-shirt color co-ordinates with the boxers...lol ;0)
Am I sliding into a mid-life crisis? Uh....if you call what I saw in the mirror a mid-life crisis...then yeah...that's it. Personally, I see it as a wake up call!
It really started last night when I got home from work. My Dh (He's not perfect but he's the perfect man for me) had saved me a plate of dinner--Spagetti. He'd piled it high. All I could see was Mt. Fanny gaining girth and attitude. In self-defense I plunged my fork into the very heart of Mt. Fanny and twirled the spagetti into it's tines. I then said, "Thank you, but I think I'll save this for Birtha!" and plopped it back into the pan.
Who is Birtha? Birth-a-me and I can't wait to see how she turns out!
Where did she go? The attractive woman who wore make up and fixed her hair. Who took the time to choose and wear nice clothes--not the woman sitting at this computer in a pair of mans striped boxers and an A-shirt, ratty hair in a lopsided pony tail with yesterdays make up raccooning her eyes. At least I haven't lost my fashion sense...the A-shirt color co-ordinates with the boxers...lol ;0)
Am I sliding into a mid-life crisis? Uh....if you call what I saw in the mirror a mid-life crisis...then yeah...that's it. Personally, I see it as a wake up call!
It really started last night when I got home from work. My Dh (He's not perfect but he's the perfect man for me) had saved me a plate of dinner--Spagetti. He'd piled it high. All I could see was Mt. Fanny gaining girth and attitude. In self-defense I plunged my fork into the very heart of Mt. Fanny and twirled the spagetti into it's tines. I then said, "Thank you, but I think I'll save this for Birtha!" and plopped it back into the pan.
Who is Birtha? Birth-a-me and I can't wait to see how she turns out!
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