Thankful for my Grandma
Thanksgiving is a time of reflection and a time to thank God for our good friends and family - not to mention that we live in a wonderful country that lets us celebrate whatever way we want.
This year we will have four generations together, and I feel so fortunate to know my great-grandchildren. I only knew one grandparent. My Grandmother Young lived with us for the last few years of her life, and Thanksgiving was always a special time for us.
My grandma was a real character and sort of the matriarch of the whole family. People used to come visit her just to get chewed out, and she never hesitated to say what she thought.
She could not read or write but was smart psychologically. I think I was her favorite grandchild in our family because I was the orneriest. She let me count her money and only did that when everyone else was gone, and whatever amount I came up with, she would say, "That's what I thought." Now I know she was just teaching me to count.
I grew potatoes in my garden and worked really hard to get the biggest potatoes. Every year I tried to impress her with the size of the potatoes, and invariably she would say, "Huh! bigger in the old country." So the next year I would work harder to get even bigger potatoes with the same results.
She was the type that would be on her deathbed one day, and the next day catch the bus to Pittsburg to visit relatives.
She and Grandpa came from England and raised a large family as well as took in borders. I was 12 years old when she died in 1940 at age 90, and I am so thankful for having the privilege of knowing her.
I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend with family and friends.