I want to show you some of the sweetest pictures I have.
This picture was taken at Grandma's in 1977. Just months separated these precious babies.
Grandma crocheted the afghan in what I think is the ripple stitch pattern.
Grandma loved them all.
This is a picture of my son and my uncle's daughter. They are only
one month apart in age. This was taken on Taylor Street
before it was paved and before they built the church
across the street from Grandma's. We have another picture
of Greg and Cassie where he has his hands outstretched as
if showing her how big the fish was that he caught. Her little hands
are at her face like she is enthralled. She has pretty blue eyes and
looked like Tweety Bird when she was this age.
Doesn't it look like they are discussing something
very important. Note the ugly tweed carpet I had in
my 1970's house and the matching, equally ugly,
rocker/recliner. How proud I was to have them then,
As you can see from the pictures, Grandma's grandchildren and great grandchildren were all just stair steps in age. As a matter of fact my uncle's wife and I were expecting at the same time. Grandma didn't like to use the word pregnant. She felt it was a vulgar word. Every day Grandma would bake a sweet potato in the oven for Judy and I to eat for lunch. I still associate sweet potatos with my first pregnancy.
I had a little thought today of how Jody (the little one on the left in the top picture) was at Grandma's as frequently when he was young as we older grandchildren were. Over some period of time, he had heard Grandma say, "when I am gone do this and when I am gone do that" until one day he just outright asked her, "Where are you going Grandma?"