I just got the news from my Pop. Granny passed at 0530 in her sleep this morning.
She lived a good long life and experienced much. From a hill family that went from the TN hills to settle in Moffet, AK, she moved to Orange County during the Dustbowl era with many others. Settling in Paramount, CA, she grew up and then married Grampa Abe just after WWII. They lived together in a nice house in Biena Park which is still owned by family. Grampa passed at 54 way back in Summer of '77.
In 1983 Granny had the MArines from El Toro and Tustin as regulars in her home while I was living there stationed at El Toro. I always wondered if Grampa knew that table would host many a Friday Night game on a enclosed patio filled with Jarheads. His Sailor Soul had to be turning or filled with pride.
Granny always sent many a fruit cake out at Christmas until 2001 when she fell and broke her hip. She recovered and moved in with Aunt Syl in 2002 and always looked out for the family's kids. Her last days over the past year and a half were filled with cloudy smiles of memorys long since forgotten and people long gone. The past few months have been in SYl's home so she could be part of Christmas.
I'll always have the summer's there eating her chicken fried steaks, biscuits, and fried pies. I will never ever forget the day we went to eat 'messican' and she not only flipped off a guy who cut her off, but put her head out the window of the car yelling,"You god dam motherfucker, watch where yer goin! Sonofabitch!" To my young ass, that shit was FUNNY!
We will miss you Granny!
She lived a good long life and experienced much. From a hill family that went from the TN hills to settle in Moffet, AK, she moved to Orange County during the Dustbowl era with many others. Settling in Paramount, CA, she grew up and then married Grampa Abe just after WWII. They lived together in a nice house in Biena Park which is still owned by family. Grampa passed at 54 way back in Summer of '77.
In 1983 Granny had the MArines from El Toro and Tustin as regulars in her home while I was living there stationed at El Toro. I always wondered if Grampa knew that table would host many a Friday Night game on a enclosed patio filled with Jarheads. His Sailor Soul had to be turning or filled with pride.
Granny always sent many a fruit cake out at Christmas until 2001 when she fell and broke her hip. She recovered and moved in with Aunt Syl in 2002 and always looked out for the family's kids. Her last days over the past year and a half were filled with cloudy smiles of memorys long since forgotten and people long gone. The past few months have been in SYl's home so she could be part of Christmas.
I'll always have the summer's there eating her chicken fried steaks, biscuits, and fried pies. I will never ever forget the day we went to eat 'messican' and she not only flipped off a guy who cut her off, but put her head out the window of the car yelling,"You god dam motherfucker, watch where yer goin! Sonofabitch!" To my young ass, that shit was FUNNY!
We will miss you Granny!
