Granny B. was a classy lady who lived through some pretty difficult stuff. The one that sticks with me most is that she outlived two husbands - one who died suddenly when her kids were still
little and another on Christmas Day many years later when I was in high school.
Despite stories I heard to the contrary, my experience remained that she never, ever was anything but a classy, positive, faith-filled lady.
She grew up a lady from a good family who attended a Catholic college and graduated in 1941. During those college years, she appeared in
modeling jobs in the photos you see here today.
She was her grandbabies' ever-present cheerleader. She was present for a ton of concerts, plays, performances, and church services in which we all appeared. As far as I could tell, there was nothing in the world I could have ever done that would have dim my apparent perfect-ness in her eyes.
When I had only known my future hubby 5 weeks, I asked her how would I know if he really was "the one"? With a twinkle in her eye, she just smiled and said "you'll know." And, she was right.
She got to meet DaHubby and attended our wedding the following year. She got to hold Flicka when she was a few months old and it was captured in a "four generations" picture I treasure.
Seven years ago today, she opened her eyes in Heaven. I miss her so.