Remembering Grama Gladys

There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about my Grama Gladys. She was such a awesome woman and a unforgetable example for me. She was ninety one when she passed away.

When I was growing up she would tell stories about her life as a girl growing up in Oaklahoma. Her family were share croppers. When she was two she  remembers getting a doll made out of porselin that was painted. They were poor and so she really remembers the doll she named Suzie. She would play in the dirt as her parents plowed and planted the crops. Sometimes she would lose Suzie in the dirt and it would get plowed under. She said each year when they plowed again she would find her doll and would be so happy! This happened year after year. She held on to Suzie and passed it down to me her grandaughter.

She told stories about the dust bowl and how when they woke up in the morning sand was in the bed and even in their mouth because the wind was blowing most of the time.They just made the best of everything they had. she said her parents were so loving and patient. Every Sunday her Mother would fix a dinner fresh from the farm.When they called ten year old Gladys in to eat she ran in the door hit a rug and all the dirt from the rug flew on the fresh food that was just set on the table. Her Mother didn't say a word but just started cleaning it up and cooked a completely new dinner.

Grama Gladys loved her family more then anything. After the dust bowl the entire family decided to move to Bakersfield California. they started a whole new life. She was always ready  for all the holidays. Making her apple sauce and putting red hots in it.

When my children were born she was so happy that she could be part of their lives. She would always say how proud she was of all of us. She loved watching them growup. Grandparents and kids are a perfect combination for learning about life and love.

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