I was fortunate to have two grandma's but only one grandpa. Why is it that one is very sweet and the other is tough / mean at times. On my mothers side, my granny( as i called her) would pull my hair when i acted out. So,mom cut my hair and then granny said i guess your gonna have to trim his ears then. Verbally she could be hurtful. But knowing what i found out later in life, she had to be tough. Single mom raising 4 kids by herself. So, she wasn't tolerate to any nonsense.
Now, after she cooled off. Mom would get a call to tell me to come by after school, that she had something for me. Her way of saying sorry was a big pot of real homemade chicken and dumplings. Matter of fact, she had a special spoon just for that.
I grew to love her and her tough ways and found myself being the only grandchild she could rely on. The rest only wanted materialistic things. I wanted her wisdom and mental toughness.
Later in life. I bought her ford falcon so she could but the money down on her coffin. She planned ahead as to not burden the family when her time came. It came about a year later from cancer( not known at the time). She wanted me to pick it out with her, not easy for a young man.Even went as far to pick out her grave site.
I was present in my Military Uniform when we laid her to rest in an un-mark plot as she wanted. I think about her often, and hope i'm as tough mentally as she was when my time nears. My mom (her daughter) was just as tough. Mom is laid to rest on the Flat Head Indian Res in Montana as the base of a mountain in a simple pine box with no shoes( she hated shoes). She didn't want me to fly out for the service( I spent 16 days with her prior to her death (also from cancer), lord was it hard saying good bye when i had to leave), she didn't want any flowers, and only a small head marker i had made for her.
So, after looking back as to what i've experienced in my life. I suppose i was being prepared for tough times ahead. Thanks Granny and Mom. I love ya, Dale AKA Sarge
P.S. I have her solid oak rocking chair. I drove over 500 miles to get it. Never have seen another one like or even built like it. It now resides in my home. That chair was all she ever sat in. I want to refinish it one day but leave all the marks and character it has. Just want to removed the old finish down to bare wood and poly coat it. Maybe a nice project when i retire one of these days.
Last edited by SGT. C; 10/22/20 06:11 AM.