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The memories I have of my grandmother are quite precious to me. Growing up I didn't have a father and my mother was a great mom but my grandmother was special to me. We shared the same name and a love for gardening. My grandmother was all of 4' 11" and petite. Most of us called her little grandma and she didn't mind.

When we were kids our entire family spent most weekends at grandma's house having barbeques and bon fires. My grandma had 12 children and then when her oldest son Bobby was 13 he got hit by a drunk driver, who was drag racing down the same road Uncle Bobby was on, only he was walking his bike in a ditch. He died from his injuries and grandma was crushed. She finished raising her remaining 11 children, and they went on to have families of their own. She had a house on the river and lived there until she was well into her 70's. She was the kind of woman that everyone showed respect to even if they didn't show respect for themselves. Her boys were all big strapping men and they were the first ones to watch their language around her.

I remember she was always knitting or croteching, reading or gardening. She tried to teach me the basics of evrything she did and I did good with everything but the knitting. I just adored her and loved her so much. I remeber spending the night with her once and she made me sleep in on her floor because my Uncle Nelson was at the bar and she didn't want him to wake me up to help him with his boots, so long about the middle of the night she woke myself and her up by snoring too loud. That was funny.

Then when I got older, she would come to town and her and I would go for walks along the river and either talk or just walk along in companionable silence. I thoroughly enjoyed our quality time together because as you can imagine they were few and far between, just because there was so many of us. As she got older and the number of grandchildren and great-grandchildren kept rising she finally just called all us girls Lucy instead of trying to keep track of names. As you can probably imagine there was alot of grandchildren 43 and 45 great-grandchildren and at last count 10 great-great-grandchildren. It was no wonder she would get our names confused, especially on the phone. There are a few of us that sound alike on the telephone.

Anyway when I was 16 years old I was told I couldn't have kids, so I resigned myself to the fact that I would never have any kids that would know how wonderful she was. Then low and behold I got pregnant

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