Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Aunt Maggie's Platter

My Aunt Lizzy gave me something very special tonight. Thank you again Auntie.

See the platter on the end. It is a platter that belonged to my Great Aunt Maggie. She was my Grandpa's sister. I remember her having long plaited hair she coiled along the top of her head. I remember her soft spoken and very kind. Her chihuahua Princess Kay was called PK for short. Her husband's name was George. He was called Rip. I remember him as a big man with a big laugh.
I really like this piece. Somehow I ended up with the rest of Aunt Maggie's dishes after Grandma passed away. 
These were obviously Aunt Maggie's everyday dishes as they are quite worn. They were in a box when I got them. I do not remember Grandma using  them. As much as I love them, if Aunt Maggie's boys want them, I will be glad to let them have them.
I have them in my OKC Grandma's china cabinet in my foyer. Beside it is a little side table my OKC Grandpa made. I have my Grandma's wire rimmed glasses setting on the books and beside the books is a bell like Grandma rang when Sunday School classes were over.

I am blessed.

Saturday, January 28, 2012


I have trouble climbing bleachers anymore. My legs are too short and my ankles too weak. Why don't they have one of those handy little chair lifts like Dr. Smith has to get up to his dentist office? Not that I have ever used it...yet.

I used to be able to run up and down the bleachers in P.E. class. I did not like Physical Education. I did not like undressing in a room full of other girls. At least our showers had a door on the stall. Hubby says theirs did not. I remember one of the pretty senior high girls always wore a panty girdle. She was thin.

I was wearing a gym suit similar to this when I jumped out of the tree and broke my leg. You can read about that traumatic incident here. I remember it being hard to get out of at the hospital.

Was it a gym teacher that had to quit teaching when she became pregnant? That seems like an odd reason for termination now, doesn't it?

This is the maternity clothing she would have worn. We may not have even known she was expecting.  In fact, I had a dress like the pink one on the end when I was taking driver's education. It was yellow seersucker. I looked like Mama Cass.

I had to take driver's education because Daddy gave up teaching me after only one lesson. Read Here

I nearly ran into the city pool building while taking driver's education. Coach had to brake so hard it is a wonder we didn't all fly through the windshield. We did not wear seat belts back in the sixties.

I do not remember her name but some girl ran into the State Police car when she took her driving test. She did not pass. I even parallel parked correctly and passed on my first try.

Daddy then took me to the County Courthouse to get my license. They asked my height and weight....in front of everyone. I whispered 128 pounds. If I weighed 128 now, I would shout it.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A China Cabinet In The Foyer?

Here is a picture of my Great Grandmother on her 84th birthday. It was taken in Grandma's little kitchen in Oklahoma City. I now have the china cabinet you see in the background.

Grandma kept an iron woodpecker shaped toothpick holder setting on the buffet. I played with it when we visited. I am not sure where that one is now but my son bought me one like it. He remembered playing with it as well.

Now here is my problem. The foyer is the only place I have to put it without overcrowding. A china cabinet in  the foyer? What about using it as a book shelf? But then what about my Jade-ite and restaurant ware?

Maybe I could just put them in the kitchen cabinets with my melmac and harvest wheat dishes. They would not be displayed though. Maybe I should be selling some of my dishes. I seriously would like suggestions.

I found this aqua egg beater at a flea market a couple of weeks ago. Can you imagine actually using this to whip egg whites? Do you remember how fun they were to play with?

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Liebster Blog Award

Lorilee at Cackleberry Cottage awarded Nana's Memories the Liebster Blog Award. Liebster means "dearest" or "favorite" in German. Thank you Lorilee. How very sweet.

Now I have the privilege of passing on the award to FIVE up and coming bloggers with fewer than 200 followers.  They may then pass it on according to the following rules.

1. Choose 5 "up and coming" blogs to award the Liebster to. They must have fewer than 200 followers.
2. Show your appreciation by linking back to the blogger that gave you the award.
3. Post the award on your blog and list the bloggers you are passing the award to.

And the bloggers are:

Monday, January 23, 2012

My Aunt Inez

I do not have a picture of my Aunt Inez so I will post a picture of my Daddy instead.


Next to her children, I believe Inez loved her little brother more than anyone. She was two years older than Daddy and grew up feeling responsible for him. Daddy was not judgmental and did not offer criticism. He was a good listener.

I do not want to leave the impression I did not love my Aunt Inez. Despite the fact she would not give me the Kaopectate I did not want to take anyway, I did love her. We became especially close after Daddy died and as her health began to fail. As we share the same birth stone, she gave me a pair of emerald and diamond earrings before she passed away. I promised I would save them for when her grandson Zac has a daughter.

Now....back to my Daddy. See how pretty his smile is.  My teeth look like Daddy's do in the top picture. His teeth in the next picture are his store bought teeth.

After he and Mama separated, I cleaned the house for Daddy one day. He was an extraordinarily neat person but had a bad habit of stuffing tissues and paper towels down into the cushions of his chair. I threw away a ton of just old papers. I had finished when he sat down in his chair, searched through the chair cushions, and asked, "What happened to my teeth?" He had wrapped his teeth in a paper towel and left them in the chair. Luckily I had not taken out the trash.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A Salmon Pink and Grey Car?

This looks like a picture of my Mama's brother Bob. It may be her Uncle Glenn. I'm not sure who the girl is. I do not remember Mama saying she rode on a motorcycle with her brother but she did say she loved riding on her Uncle Glenn's motorcycle. Shortly before she passed away, she asked my husband to take her for a ride on his bike. She chickened out after we got there. 

This picture of me and my OKC Grandma was taken at Lake Ludwig. I look like a little monkey up there. I wonder whose DeSoto that was?

This is an Easter picture of us in front of an old salmon pink and grey Chevrolet car. This is the car my uncle would slide down into the floorboard in fear someone would see him in a pink car.

This is not my "three words the whole bus ride to OKC Uncle." This is the one that took me to the movies one time. Although he did not actually stay in the theater with me, he did come back to pick me up. The movie was not quite over.

My pretty little Mama. This was my OKC Uncle's car. I remember it being a pale yellow. This picture was taken at Lake Ludwig as well. The lake must have been cheap entertainment in the fifties. I nearly drowned at King's Canyon once. Daddy was right beside me so I was probably not actually drowning.

Isn't he handsome? I have pictures of him at the lake with another girl but that is a whole other story. I will not be telling that story. I will say he met his wife on a beach while he was stationed in San Diego. She said the beach was so crowded, there was only room to lay a towel on the sand. My uncle kept a grenade on his coffee table. He said it was live and I believed him.

This is like the old Henry J Grandpa had while out at the farm. It is the one we had to push across the cattle guard and off the hill so he could get it started. Wheeeeee! Was that ever fun! I would never let one of my grandchildren do that now.

This is like the green Corvair Daddy tried to teach me to drive on Shoe Plant Road. You know, the time my brother pushed my little sister down in the backseat floorboard while he wore a football helmet.

This is the '66 Chevrolet Impala we had when we married. This may have been taken around the time hubby decided to change the transmission from standard to automatic while on a weekend pass from Fort Leonard Wood. As he did not have time to get it completely changed over, I was left with trying to figure out the odd sequence needed to change the gears with a mere metal rod sticking up out of the floorboard. Hubby has yet to give me an adequate explanation why he did that to me.

Hubby still grieves over selling his '36 Ford. It was yellow too. I wish my daughter was this young again. Well....maybe not.

I drive an ordinary Chevrolet Trailblazer now. Can you even buy a pink car anymore?

A Dose Of My Own Medicine

My Aunt Inez passed away several years ago. She was the oldest of Grandma's nine children. Grandma and Grandpa moved to Tulsa for a short time after Inez was born. Grandma was so afraid that someone out in the big city would steal her baby she pinned their nightgowns together. No one ever took her baby.

As the oldest child, a lot of the responsibility for the younger children fell on Inez' shoulders. She said she was instructed to mind or take care of her two years younger brother and knew she had better do it well.

Because Aunt Inez lived in California and only came in one time a year, I did not know her very well. Although Grandma rode a bus all the way out there to be with her daughter at the birth of her first child, Inez raised her children alone in what we thought of as a foreign land.

Grandma and Inez exchanged frequent letters though. I know this because I was standing next to Grandma once when she was reading one of the newsy missives. Grandma moved the letter aside and told me it was not polite to read someone's mail. I told my grandson just yesterday not to read my text messages.

I remember hearing Inez tell how all three of her "stair step" children had the chicken pox at the same time. She said she sat up all night with them and made them each a pair of pajamas. That makes me sad to think of her so far away from her Mama when her children were sick.

As my uncle could fly airplanes, they sometimes flew here for their vacations. Once during the sixties, he was going to give us all an airplane ride. We went to the airport but Daddy would not let us kids ride. He always imagined the worst things would happen. I think it is better if kids are not raised to be scaredy cats.

Inez came to visit one hot summer when Grandma had put in her usual big garden. Grandma asked Cathy, Inez' only daughter, to pick the green beans. She was eager to help and picked every green bean bush in the garden.

Aunt Inez came to spend a couple of weeks with Grandma while they still lived at the farm. As usual, several of us grandchildren were there while she and her three children were visiting. We were all lined up on the sofa, complaining of an upset stomach, and waiting for Inez to give us a dose of Kaopectate. When it became my turn, I made an ugly face and refused to take the nasty stuff. Inez said, "Fine" and screwed the lid back on the bottle. I decided later that I needed it after all but she would not give me any. I thought she was being mean when she tried to make me take the medicine but then really mean when she would not let me take the medicine. Even back then, I was hard to please.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Going To Town

As my Grandma's grandparents died on a wagon train coming from Kentucky, she never knew them. Her daddy's mother died giving birth to him and then his father died two weeks later. Her father was raised sort of hit or miss by various relatives until he met Grandma's mother. Grandma was raised on a dairy farm around the Shady Grove area. She always said her father loved his family.  My Grandpa grew up in Limestone but lived in Clarksville when he and Grandma met.

Grandma said they would use a team of horses and a wagon to go visit Grandpa's people in Limestone. They had to stop overnight along the way. I have forgotten how far Limestone is from Clarksville but I do know it is two miles straight down into Limestone Valley. It is pretty once you get there.

Thinking of traveling in a team and wagon brought to mind how it was that people from the community would come into town on Saturdays and gather behind the Fair Store. Although I never saw a horse around the Fair Store, it was always a part of my childhood memories. It was where Grandma always bought her dresses. Lavender was her favorite color.

I sent my brother to the Fair Store to buy cornbread mix for supper one afternoon. Someone had said they had it for just ten cents a package. He rode his bike over there but when he got there was told the Fair Store was a dry goods store. When he got back, I argued that Aunt Louise said they had cornbread mix for only ten cents and I tried to make him go back so he could argue for me. He would not go. He was pretty put out with me when we realized it was Fairway Market that had the mix and not the Fair Store.

Hubby and I were married five months before we had our first argument. I remember exactly what it was about but as it was so petty, I will not tell you.

This picture was taken shortly before hubby left for basic training. We were very young. Because of the naugahyde sofa and fiberglass curtains, it is obvious this is early seventies. I was proud of our little four room cement block house.

We have argued on occasion. One time in particular, I remember trying to get my point across on some matter when hubby said, "You cannot be right every time."

Me, not right? What a novel idea.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Quality Market

Mama and Daddy met when Daddy was working at a service station in Oklahoma City. As Mama was only sixteen years old, Grandma was not happy that she was going to marry a man she had known only a few months. Grandma told Mama, "You've made your bed, now lie in it." She made her bed in Clarksville for forty seven years.

This is one of my favorite pictures of Daddy. He worked at the Lion station on East Main Street. I think it was owned by Seth Bennett.

It looks like the sign behind him is advertising blackwall tires for $11. I remember playing with the tire gauges he had in his pocket. If you look closely, you can tell Daddy has light blue eyes. Freda is the only one of us kids with blue eyes.

Daddy used to deliver groceries for Quality Market on the corner of Main and Rogers. I once asked him if he knocked on the door before taking the groceries in the house. He said if he did, he would be knocking all day. Since everyone left their doors unlocked, he could go on in, put the perishables in the refrigerator, and leave the ticket on the table. One lady left him a note asking him to put the roast in the oven. He did. 

He usually stuck his pricing gun in his back pocket while he was stocking. As he stood up from the bottom shelf once, his gun caught on the hem of a lady's dress who was standing behind him. He said she did a little jitter-bug dance and shrieked as her dress rose higher and higher.

Sometimes Daddy would bring us kids a treat. I especially liked it when he brought home Hostess Snowballs. He brought me a Three Musketeers candy bar one time. Since I did not like them, I groaned when I saw it. Years later, in an attempt at apologizing for being such a bratty kid, I called Daddy to tell him if he gave me a Three Musketeers now, I would be more appreciative. Within an hour he brought a Three Musketeers candy bar to my office. 

Hubby and I bought our first groceries at Quality Market. We bought staples and all for just $19.00. How much can you get for $19.00 today?

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


Finally a picture where my bangs are a normal length. Freda's are just about right too. I think Mama quit whacking on my bangs when Freda came along. Mama kept Freda's hair in a pixie cut.

I usually wore my hair longer and pulled back in a ponytail. I remember Aunt Dorcas was visiting when I asked Mama for a wide barrette so I could pull my hair back like Susie Jones did hers. They both started in with, "Back in our day, we did good to have bobby pins."  Good Grief! I never did get that barrette!

Mama gave me a lot of Tonette perms when I was a kid. They usually came right out. Hubby always asks why they call it a permanent when it only stays temporarily. He hates the smell of me when I get a perm.

My sister's hair always took a permanent too well. I wonder why Mama always gave Freda a perm right before picture day? She looked cute but her hair sure was curly. I will not post a picture.

I guess I don't have much room to talk about home hairdos. After getting my daughter's hair cut once, she told me the beautician had said I should leave her hair alone. Her hair used to stick straight up in the air like we lived in some freaky static electricity zone. I won't post a picture of her's either. She has pretty hair now.

I pin curled my grand daughter's hair Saturday night thinking it would look like Rita Hayworth's hair.

It did not look like Rita's. 

It looked like Little Orphan Annie's hair. In fact, Rachel broke out in a tap dance that could have been from a Broadway Show. It was so funny.

She pulled it back in a ponytail. This is how she usually wears it.

I sent a little comb to school with my son on kindergarten picture day and told him to be sure to comb his hair. He did.

This is my all time favorite picture of him.

Monday, January 16, 2012

My Pet Chicken

Because I want to share with all of you other bloggers who post pictures of your goats and chickens, I thought I would re-post a picture I am calling my pet chicken.

Before I posted this I asked my sister if she minded me calling her a little chicken. She said it was okay but she just wished she could bend over like that again.

Now to look for a picture of a goat. This could get interesting.

Grandma's Cat Eye Glasses

Our son helped hubby bring my OKC Grandma's buffet down from the old house. I will now be able to display my Fire King and Restaurant Ware. I somehow ended up with Aunt Maggie's set of yellow china that will look pretty in there as well. After dinner we looked at old pictures where I found this one of my Grandma and me when we lived in the little house behind Aunt Maggie's. Check out Grandma's glasses. Apparently they were very fashionable back in the fifties.

Look at my leg - it looks like I had Rickets.
I couldn't have - I was raised on Pet Milk.
My sister brought me two pair of Grandma's old glasses. One has little rhinestones on the frames and the other has a butterfly at the peak of the rims. They weigh a ton - well at least ten or twelve ounces. Slight exaggeration. I weighed them and they each weigh three ounces.

I almost like the ones on top.

My little Sierra tried on the pair on top. I took a picture but I better not post it. She would be really upset about it once she becomes a teenager.

Instead, here is a picture of her playing checkers with her Papa. She is a pretty good checker player.

And Konstance and Sierra with their iPods. They are amazingly good on them. They got iTunes cards for Christmas they have yet to use. Konstance's theory is...why pay for it when you can get it on YouTube.

It was a good day.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

They Called Him Leon

This is the only picture I have of Daddy as a boy. Although the picture is not dated, I think he looks eight or nine years old. I do not remember anyone saying how he got the middle name of Leon. I have always liked it though. Grandma and Grandpa called him Leon. When he got to be a teenager, the kids started calling him Prof. Although he was always very smart, he was never a professor. My aunts say they dreaded hearing Grandma tell them to wake their brother. They stood behind the door when they did because he would throw a shoe at them.

This is Grandma's handwriting on the back. It says the picture was made when we lived on Hill Street. Grandma gave this picture to me because she wanted to make sure I had one of my Daddy. I am so glad.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

My Brother's Birthday

Sunday will be my brother's birthday. His birthday is one week after my sister's. Her birthday is exactly one week after the New Year. How did that happen? David's daughter was born the day before his birthday. He asked his wife if she could wait just one more day. She could not.

I do not have as many memories of my three years younger brother as I do of my sister. I have heard stories of how he got his name. Mama wanted to name him Paul Dean after her brother and Daddy's brother. Due to the anesthesia she received during the delivery, Mama was still sleeping when Daddy named him David. Aunt Lizzie said she remembers Daddy high-stepping down the hall of the old hospital declaring he was a Junior. How excited he was to have a son.

David was a cute little feller. I always felt protective toward him yet I was often mean to him. I always made him get his immunizations before I got mine. He would say it did not hurt but I thought it did. I remember the same public health nurse gave all of my childhood shots. I may remember her name before I finish this post.

This is the picture Mama said I could wear her
mustard seed pendant if I did not cry when she
fixed my hair. Again...what's up with those
short bangs?
David and I always kissed Mama and Daddy goodnight before going to bed. Daddy would help us say our prayers. We said the one with the "if I should die" part. It was not scary to me. One night Daddy said it was time to hit the sack. David grabbed a screwdriver and began to beat a brown paper bag that was lying in the floor. It was funny then but now I wonder why there was a sack in the floor and why there was a screwdriver lying around.

Mama and Grandma took us to Frontier Land when David was around three years old. Mama sat him beside me and told me to watch after him while we rode a little train around the park. It was fun but when it stopped I could not find Mama. I held tight to my little brother's hand as I searched for her. She was not very far away and thought it was funny that I was about to cry. David was not scared.

Our OKC Grandma with us at Easter
We once lived in an apartment house near the "Y" of Main and Cherry. An old gentleman who lived in one of the apartments sat on the front porch a lot. He knew the neatest trick where he would place his hands on either side of his nose and make a sharp snapping sound as he twisted his nose to the side. It sounds pretty creepy now. A really pretty lady and her husband lived in another one of the apartments. She asked Mama if I could walk with her to take lunch to her husband. I had to pretend to take a nap so David would go to sleep and I could sneak out with her. She held my hand while we walked to an office downtown. Her husband let me spin around in his chair. I was a little embarrassed that she kissed him when we left.

I have a memory I am still ashamed of today. I believe we lived in this same apartment house when I had blood poisoning in my thumb and my Aunt and Uncle came to check on me. I had been playing with a Humpty Dumpty egg shaped toy that fell apart if you dropped it. I remember hiding it in the sofa cushions when I heard my cousins come in. I did not want them to play with my toy. If I ever get another Humpty Dumpty toy, I will share with them.

David once sneezed so hard he burst a vessel in one of his eyes. We were out at the farm and Grandma shooed me away while she tended to him. I thought it was gross. Later he tried to shave a bar of soap and cut his finger so badly Mama had a hard time stemming the blood. I am sure it did not help that I was standing there screaming. Mama yelled at me to get out. I wonder if it was Lifebuoy soap? That is the kind of soap she used to wash my mouth out with when I called David a liar. I think he probably was fibbing.

This is out at the farm. Freda looks like a  little
chicken. Grandma kept her in little dresses.
I remember sharing a toy box with David when we lived in the basement apartment by the college. We found a scary tarantula in the bottom of it. It was trying to climb out. Mama worked in the cafeteria at the college when we lived there. She showed me how to get to Michie school one time and I walked by myself from then on. She took David to work with her. She would tell stories about the funny things he said and how everyone thought he was cute.

We lived on Oakland Street when Mrs. Polly insisted I had to turn in the homework I had left at home. Miss Kraus let my two years older uncle ride someone's bike to get my papers. I thought he rode David's bicycle but I doubt he had one in the first grade. A couple of years later, I had finally ran fast enough to get a swing at recess when someone said my brother was hurt over on the third grade playground. I clung tightly to the chains while insisting it was a trick to get my swing. It was no trick. Daddy had to pick him up and take him to Grandma's house. Since I lost my swing, I was probably not very sympathetic.

Did I tell you how I broke my leg the summer I turned thirteen?  Did I tell you I climbed up a ladder to get to the bottom branch of a tree? Did I also tell you David took the ladder away? Did I mention my leg broke when I jumped out of the tree?

We were living out Flat Rock when David had to drive Mama's Corvair home after I ran over a dog on Highway 359. I was going very slowly and the silly thing just got tangled up under the car. The dog was okay but I was a wreck. Was that in Mama's Corvair or was it Grandpa's old Ford Fairlane? We sort of inherited that old car when its frame was warped after an accident. The engine ran perfectly but the front end pointed ever so slightly toward the center line.

I attempted to make homemade biscuits for supper one night while we were still at Flat Rock. I rolled them out way too flat so they came out of the oven only a half inch high. They were golden brown but inedible. I asked David to take them out with the garbage. He picked up the pan of scraps and asked, "Who threw out the cookies?"

One night he caught a ride home with a guy from school. I remember him coming in the house talking about what a nice guy he was and that he drove a neat old car. I was not interested. A couple of years later this same kid became David's brother in law.

Because every early memory I have of my Mama and Daddy include David, I do remember a lot about him after all. I remember I love my baby brother.


The county health nurse's name was Gladys Simmons - and I did not have to look it up. Locals may correct me if I am wrong.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Happy Birthday Baby Sister

Today is my sister's birthday. I was not quite nine and Mama was twenty five when she was born. Mama was much older at twenty five when she had Freda than I was when I had my daughter at that age. Mama was sick before, during, and for quite a while after this last baby was born. I remember she mostly ate only toast and jelly. Our OKC Grandma came to stay with us while Mama was in the hospital and stayed long enough to help Daddy move into a different house before they brought Freda home. We always rented.

Speaking of rent houses...we looked at a really pretty house on Sevier Street while I was still in grade school. It had a big picture window and enough bedrooms that we would not have to share. Daddy said we could not get it because the rent was $100.00 a month.

I do not remember what should have been the memorable event of bringing a baby sister home from the hospital. I do remember Grandma staying a little while and asking me to take a dish back to a neighbor at the end of Taylor Street. I thought she meant a lady who lived across Main Street. When Pete's mother sent the dish back with me stating it was not hers, Grandma got real upset that I had crossed Main Street by myself.

Freda was a happy baby who I do not remember ever crying. She surely did but I was too unobservant. Or maybe, and this is probably the true reason, Daddy never gave her a chance to cry. To say the least, she was a little spoiled. She was always the easiest child to get along with though. As she did with the rest of us grandchildren, Grandma practically raised Freda Lou. The Lou in her name was after our Grandma, Dena Lou. Grandma fried a lot of potatoes for Freda. Mama used to laugh about how she had to come home from work once to give Freda some nasty tasting medicine because Grandma could not bear to see her cry when she had to take it.

I wish I had that lamp, that chair, those drapes, and that Grandma now.
(I'd like to have my old arms and legs back too. But not that frizzy perm.)
Freda was named after her two grandmothers. And remember I was named for Rita Hayworth. Rita and Freda. Why did they do that? We could never tell which one our parents was calling. Well, I could usually tell by the tone of their voice. If they were calling because someone was in trouble or needed to do the dishes, it was Rita. Does the baby always get out of doing chores? Daddy said he did ask Freda to sweep or do something around the house one time but her response was, "You know I don't like to work." He thought that was so funny. Me? Not so much. We later married Don and Ron.

My Aunt babysat Freda for a while during the winter months. She would take her to a little neighborhood market and buy her a grape soda every morning. She dressed her in the cutest little green snowsuit. We should have taken a picture of her. She would always go to sleep in her little rocking chair while watching Captain Kangaroo and drinking her bottled soda pop. She ate some cigarettes one Easter morning and while Mama did dress her in her Easter outfit, she was too sick to go to church.

Sorry for the poor quality. She was sick here.
She always said the funniest things. Yet now, I do not remember any of them. Oh, yes I do. After this same Aunt married, she babysat Freda again. A wall hanging featured a half moon shape that apparently fascinated Freda. She pointed to it one day and asked what it was. Uncle Roy was working at something, and quietly said, "It's the moon." She asked again, "What's that Uncle Roy?" After he patiently replied it is the moon four more times, he finally said, "I don't know, honey." She said, "It's the moon." I am sure that is not funny to the rest of you, but it has been a family anecdote we have laughed about for years.

A better Easter picture of us.
My brother and I married and moved away from home years before Freda did. Although we were equally loved, she enjoyed a special relationship with our parents that remained until they both passed away. My children were married when Freda and I somehow became closer in age. As she was yet encumbered with child rearing and I had completed mine, we began to enjoy flea marketing and sometimes even a weekend trip away.

That changed when I began nursing school and she had a mid-life baby. Elizabeth Ann (the Ann is after me) tried to make an entrance many weeks too early and Freda was put on complete bed rest to prevent premature labor. She had just been allowed to get out of the house when we decided to get a bite to eat. She specifically asked for a veggie and cheese sub sandwich and we both ate one before I took her back home. Later that evening, she was rushed back to the hospital. Despite being placed on a table that almost stood her on her head and caused the veggie and cheese to come back up, there was  no stopping Elizabeth. She arrived ten weeks premature and weighed 2 pounds 15.5 ounces. Freda had to remain in Clarksville as the Children's Hospital ambulance whisked Elizabeth a hundred miles away. I cried as I followed those flashing red lights through the drizzling rain as that precious baby was taken to the baby saving specialists in Little Rock. How hard that must have been for Freda. By the way, I do not think she has had another veggie and cheese sandwich.

As soon as she was able, Freda and I made many trips to Children's to see Elizabeth. I did not get to hold her until someone said grandmothers could hold the babies. The next visit we told the staff I was Elizabeth's grandmother. They believed me. That was great but kinda' not.

Freda and Elizabeth at Children's Hospital
Mama and Daddy loved Elizabeth. Daddy bought her honey buns because he knew she loved them and although Mama was quite ill, she and Elizabeth enjoyed a special bond.

Elizabeth has inherited Mama's love of jewelry
Elizabeth became my "same as grandchild" niece. She is only four years older than my first grandchild.

Although Elizabeth was a little afraid of the "eager to play with her older cousin" baby Rachel, the teenager and she now enjoy a close friendship.

Now that Elizabeth is going off to college, maybe we can take a trip together. I can see us now. Two little grey haired ladies off to the casinos. We could go on those little tour buses you see everywhere. Oh, I forgot, I throw up on a bus.