Grandma Ferry - Moving Into Greener Pastures
When you set sail for Ithaca,
wish for the road to be long,
full of adventures, full of knowledge. ~C.P. Cavafy
July 6, 1917 - May 8, 2014
God retrieved another good soul, but blessed us with her for 97 years. Mrs. Sophie (Ferry) McLaughlin was a good friend of my family's for as long as I can remember, as long as my mom can recollect. The entire Ferry clan has been an integral part of our entire life, living on the opposite hillside.
Grandma Ferry, as we always called her, which is exactly what she was to us, a grandma, passed away on Thursday, May 8, 2014.
Some may ask why I would call this neighbor lady, who clearly wasn't even related, with the honor of the grandma title? Easy, my maternal grandmother passed when my mom was a teenager, so I never met her. It's true my paternal grandmother is alive and well (still is causing trouble), but let's say Grandma Ferry was more of the grandmotherly type. Granted, we had my Uncle Walter and Aunt Mary down over the hill who were also very close with us and like a another set of grandparents, but somehow Grandma Ferry got the title and it has remained ever since.
Grandma Ferry lived directly behind my parent's house, most of her life, until she re-married and moved to Ohio. During my childhood, occasionally she was needed to babysit, and let me tell you it wasn't a free for all. Nope, if our rooms were a mess (which usually they were), then she made us clean them up and organize the disaster. If the house needed cleaned, we had to get to work straight away. If any work, inside or out, needed done, there was no time to dilly dally. When it was time to feed us, she wasn't no short order cook. O no! We helped her prepare our lunches and no television while eating. We had to sit at the table and eat together, the way it should be.
I remember once when I was hanging cloths, yes back then we had cloths lines strung up alongside the house. Part of my chores...
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