Whenever I think of my gr grandmother Lola, my first memory is of her standing in church, praising God & thanking him for his many blessings. Grandma lived her religion every day. She was not an affectionate person, none of the older folks were back then, but when she talked to my mother the affection shined through.
As small children our gr grandparents seemed to tolerate us until a time of crisis.
The crisis I speak of is when a "mad dog" with rabies roamed our neighborhood. I was 6-7 years old & had been sent to grandma's (about a block up the road) to borrow an envelope. Our dog (like an Australian Shepherd, but solid black) (King) was with me. We encountered a dog a few feet from grandma's driveway. He was reddish brown & I knew there were a couple of packs of these mean dogs that lived close by. Terrified, I ran screaming across the grass to the door. Grandma came running from the barn where she was feeding the chickens, & tried to scare the dog away by shaking her apron at him & yelling. The dog grabbed grandma's dress & literally swung her around, but between grandma & old King, he was chased off, only to wander on down the road to my Aunt's house where he bit my cousin, & then farther on where he bit two more children before being captured. He was rabid. My cousin had to have six weeks of rabie shots. They burned grandma's dress, but King had enough sense to not get real close to him.
Other memories of grandma was after my gr grandfather died, us children had to take turns staying with grandma. I was 6 1/2 years old my youngest sister was five. The bed grandma put us in was in the room where grandpa was laid out before the funeral. I'm sure she had no idea we were scared to death & slept very little. The next morning she served us oatmeal for breakfast. Now, we were used to eating oats for breakfast in a regular cereal bowl with sugar & milk, but grandma served them in very small dessert bowls with salt instead of sugar.
To this day my sisters & I talk of grandma's oatmeal. We don't know if it was supposed to be like grits served with butter & salt, but we have heard of other old timers who served oatmeal the same way.
Grandma and Grandpa were married February 27, 1895.
Grandma had just turned 16 and Grandpa was just shy of his 20th birthday.
As small children our gr grandparents seemed to tolerate us until a time of crisis.
The crisis I speak of is when a "mad dog" with rabies roamed our neighborhood. I was 6-7 years old & had been sent to grandma's (about a block up the road) to borrow an envelope. Our dog (like an Australian Shepherd, but solid black) (King) was with me. We encountered a dog a few feet from grandma's driveway. He was reddish brown & I knew there were a couple of packs of these mean dogs that lived close by. Terrified, I ran screaming across the grass to the door. Grandma came running from the barn where she was feeding the chickens, & tried to scare the dog away by shaking her apron at him & yelling. The dog grabbed grandma's dress & literally swung her around, but between grandma & old King, he was chased off, only to wander on down the road to my Aunt's house where he bit my cousin, & then farther on where he bit two more children before being captured. He was rabid. My cousin had to have six weeks of rabie shots. They burned grandma's dress, but King had enough sense to not get real close to him.
Other memories of grandma was after my gr grandfather died, us children had to take turns staying with grandma. I was 6 1/2 years old my youngest sister was five. The bed grandma put us in was in the room where grandpa was laid out before the funeral. I'm sure she had no idea we were scared to death & slept very little. The next morning she served us oatmeal for breakfast. Now, we were used to eating oats for breakfast in a regular cereal bowl with sugar & milk, but grandma served them in very small dessert bowls with salt instead of sugar.
To this day my sisters & I talk of grandma's oatmeal. We don't know if it was supposed to be like grits served with butter & salt, but we have heard of other old timers who served oatmeal the same way.
Grandma and Grandpa were married February 27, 1895.
Grandma had just turned 16 and Grandpa was just shy of his 20th birthday.
Whenever I think of my gr grandmother Lola, my first memory is of her standing in church, praising God & thanking him for his many blessings. Grandma lived her religion every day. She was not an affectionate person, none of the older folks were back then, but when she talked to my mother the affection shined through.
As small children our gr grandparents seemed to tolerate us until a time of crisis.
The crisis I speak of is when a "mad dog" with rabies roamed our neighborhood. I was 6-7 years old & had been sent to grandma's (about a block up the road) to borrow an envelope. Our dog (like an Australian Shepherd, but solid black) (King) was with me. We encountered a dog a few feet from grandma's driveway. He was reddish brown & I knew there were a couple of packs of these mean dogs that lived close by. Terrified, I ran screaming across the grass to the door. Grandma came running from the barn where she was feeding the chickens, & tried to scare the dog away by shaking her apron at him & yelling. The dog grabbed grandma's dress & literally swung her around, but between grandma & old King, he was chased off, only to wander on down the road to my Aunt's house where he bit my cousin, & then farther on where he bit two more children before being captured. He was rabid. My cousin had to have six weeks of rabie shots. They burned grandma's dress, but King had enough sense to not get real close to him.
Other memories of grandma was after my gr grandfather died, us children had to take turns staying with grandma. I was 6 1/2 years old my youngest sister was five. The bed grandma put us in was in the room where grandpa was laid out before the funeral. I'm sure she had no idea we were scared to death & slept very little. The next morning she served us oatmeal for breakfast. Now, we were used to eating oats for breakfast in a regular cereal bowl with sugar & milk, but grandma served them in very small dessert bowls with salt instead of sugar.
To this day my sisters & I talk of grandma's oatmeal. We don't know if it was supposed to be like grits served with butter & salt, but we have heard of other old timers who served oatmeal the same way.
Grandma and Grandpa were married February 27, 1895.
Grandma had just turned 16 and Grandpa was just shy of his 20th birthday.
As small children our gr grandparents seemed to tolerate us until a time of crisis.
The crisis I speak of is when a "mad dog" with rabies roamed our neighborhood. I was 6-7 years old & had been sent to grandma's (about a block up the road) to borrow an envelope. Our dog (like an Australian Shepherd, but solid black) (King) was with me. We encountered a dog a few feet from grandma's driveway. He was reddish brown & I knew there were a couple of packs of these mean dogs that lived close by. Terrified, I ran screaming across the grass to the door. Grandma came running from the barn where she was feeding the chickens, & tried to scare the dog away by shaking her apron at him & yelling. The dog grabbed grandma's dress & literally swung her around, but between grandma & old King, he was chased off, only to wander on down the road to my Aunt's house where he bit my cousin, & then farther on where he bit two more children before being captured. He was rabid. My cousin had to have six weeks of rabie shots. They burned grandma's dress, but King had enough sense to not get real close to him.
Other memories of grandma was after my gr grandfather died, us children had to take turns staying with grandma. I was 6 1/2 years old my youngest sister was five. The bed grandma put us in was in the room where grandpa was laid out before the funeral. I'm sure she had no idea we were scared to death & slept very little. The next morning she served us oatmeal for breakfast. Now, we were used to eating oats for breakfast in a regular cereal bowl with sugar & milk, but grandma served them in very small dessert bowls with salt instead of sugar.
To this day my sisters & I talk of grandma's oatmeal. We don't know if it was supposed to be like grits served with butter & salt, but we have heard of other old timers who served oatmeal the same way.
Grandma and Grandpa were married February 27, 1895.
Grandma had just turned 16 and Grandpa was just shy of his 20th birthday.
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