Born in 1917, she was a teacher and married to my grandpa, a probate judge, the country coroner, justice of the peace, school superintendent, insurance salesman and owner of the title company in town, among other things, in a small town where people often wore many hats in the community. She had a sweet tooth like no other. She passed it to my dad, who passed it to me and when we were together, there was always cake or ice cream or cookies, or all three at once. And, last night I had a bowl of chocolate ice cream and chuckled as I rationalized it was "in her memory."
In this photo from 2012, we were celebrating her 95th birthday and she was funny as she not-so-patiently insisted it was time to cut the cake. Conversation continued and she kept bringing it back to the cake and ice cream.
My grandma Elsie taught me to crochet. Grannie squares her lesson of choice and I remember the multi-colored afghans draped over the couch. She was funny and witty and smart and loved to play games. She made mudpies with me and we played dolls on the river's edge while my parents and brother fished.
She was loved, and she will be missed.
