I don’t mind saying that I had two amazingly wonderful grandmothers! My Grandma Howard (Doris Jean Howard) was a spirited, yet always proper, country girl! She lived in Missouri her whole life and was raised by her loving grandparents after suffering abuse as a young girl from her step-father. She married my grandpa at the age of 17 because he was going off to war. My grandparents were the happiest couple I have ever known. They were poor, but made such a happy life for themselves. They were fun and wonderful parents, and grandparents, and were loved by everyone in their little community. She was a seamstress her whole life, working from home, while my grandpa had his own garage across the street from where they lived, where he fixed cars.
My grandparents loved being together. They talked forever on their front porch, or over coffee in the morning, before my grandma scuttled him out the door for work, where she came and visited him frequently. They fished, played cards, went on road trips, entered photography contests together, and she always kept a journal. I came across this today and wanted to share it. I have always loved this particular journal entry of hers. At the age of 75 she wrote it, and we read it at her funeral four years later:
I haven’t written for a long time. I have now lived three quarters of a century. That doesn’t make me so very old but I realize there are things I would have liked to do that are now closed to me.