When Artie died, Texas was 69. She continued to live by herself in the same house in Rankin for the next twenty-two years. She enjoyed good health and hosted semi-annual reunions of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren on her birthday each July and on the first Sunday after Christmas. Her youngest son Arthur Carol "Buddy" Gorman built his house about two-hundred yards up the road from Artie and Texas in 1955 so he and his wife Genece could keep an eye on them. She learned to drive and got her first license following Artie's stroke in 1954. She would drive all over Ellis County and up as for as her son Gerald's farm near Cedar Hill. She once rolled her car on a return trip from Cedar Hill when she failed to negotiate a tight curve on a rural road. She crawled out of the overturned car, bruised but unhurt. Texas was known as "Granny" to all of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I don't know who gave that name to her, although I was the first grandchild. I suppose that is what she wanted to be called. She went into the hospital for a short stay in the early fall of 1980. She returned home but was weak and her children took turns staying with her for one or two days at a time. I spent that Thanksgiving afternoon at her house, along with Buddy, Genece, Lori and my two younger boys, James and Michael. She got out of bed and sat up long enough to watch half of the Dallas Cowboys' football game which was on TV. She went back into the hospital for the last time on December 20, the same day of the year on which Artie had died. When I visited her the next night, she was very alert and joking about how she was not sick and shouldn't be in the hospital. She was always so thoughtful of others and ask me how my wife's parents (who had been ill) were doing. She went down hill very fast, and within a week was no longer talking except to answer yes or no to questions. Dad (Elliott) parked his motor home at the hospital and someone in the family sat with her at all times. Many evenings I would drive down from Plano and sit with her during part of the night. Then after being relieved, I would go out and sleep four or five hours in the motor home before returning to Plano. We didn't have a Gorman family Christmas that year for the first time in 69 years (since she and Artie married). By the start of the new year, we knew that she was not coming home and that it would be just a matter of time. Her last week was peaceful as she slept most of the time. Her brother Dick came up from Killeen and she seemed to recognize him. The doctors said that she had an intestinal growth. She began to accumulate fluids and her stomach and legs swelled. She died on January 6, 1981 at the age of 91 and 1/2 years.