Great-Granny!

I said I would post about my great-grandmother a while back, and I am just now getting to it. Apologies to those who were simply waiting on pins and needles! :)

My great-grandmother "Granny" was my mom's grandmother on her dad's side. She was born Bertha Jane Deathridge in 1893 in Iradell, Texas and three years later became big sister to Ruby Ella. At some point in their life, they moved with their parents to Louisiana. While in Lousiana, she met a man, whom she would later marry. Even though they had land in Louisiana, he felt that they needed to move to Texas and get rich in the oil fields.

When we were living in Denver City, my Saturday morning routine was to wake up fairly early -- maybe sevenish and turn on the cartoons (and this was back in the day of the good cartoons, not all the junk they have now), and eat my bowl of cereal and call Granny. At this point she was in a nursing home there in DC and was partially blind and mostly bedridden due to age and health problems. I would call her and tell her all about my week at school and she would in turn tell me stories about her life as a pioneer woman. She told me how when they came to Texas, she had to pack all of their belongings into the covered wagon and it took days for them to get here. I was always faciniated by this story because it was all very "Little House!" I used to also love the stories she would tell about owning a little cafe in Seagraves, Texas -- and I think that my love of cooking was inherited from her.

It makes me sad to say that I really honestly don't rememeber a lot of her stories anymore. I was only like six or seven when all this was going on. She passed away in 1989 when I was only 11. But, I do remember feeling like she loved me and I always felt safe around her. She never criticized or yelled at us -- which some older people tend to do. She was always so happy to see us and never wanted us to leave.

I can't wait to get to Heaven and see her again and hear all those stories one more time!! :)