She was and is my hero
through time and eternity..
She was the hardest
working woman I've even known..
Apron on from dawn til dusk..
The sun rose and set by her,
as I now recall her character,
her strength, her demeanor..
She rarely sat down, so very hardworking ..
If she did, her hands were not idle.
Her thick, hard working, callused
hands were busy crocheting, sewing,
or mending..
She raised her children to be as
strong as she was and never
give a day away to dishonesty,
distrust or laziness..
I see her standing at the kitchen
sink peeling potatoes..
I see her at her kitchen counters,
baking or cooking her heavenly
German meals for the ranch hands, but
mainly for the family she loved so dearly.
I spent many overnight sleepovers
at Gramma's house..
She would let me comb her long
gray hair. She would loosen her
hair from the bun she always wore.
Such precious memories I have
secured carefully in my mind,
cherished in my heart..
My mind walks through each room
of her little home.
Every nook and cranny held her
treasures, her riches.
My thoughts of her are pure, solid
and unforgettable..
As I think back on my childhood, I remember now how this woman who showed me what
it was to live a full life, to give my
best, to always, always sprinkle
Love to every endeavor and to everyone
I encounter...
In loving memory of:
Mary Grams
(my Gramma Grams)...
1896-1967
Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/15/14
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