My grandmother died this morning, a week short of her 95th birthday. The last couple of years her health had started to deteriorate and she spent quite a bit of time lately in and out of the hospital. I’ve been prepared for this for a while now, though I feel keenly for my mother and my aunt.
This is how I remember my grandmother:
She was a Southern Baptist who loved to go dancing.
She loved Gospel music,hymns, and Big Band.
When she was a little girl, in the early 1920s, she bullied the barber of her little
During WWII, my grandfather got a job in
In the 1950s, she was one of the first women to work in appliance sales in her Sears store. At the time, only men were allowed to sell appliances, as the work was considered too strenuous for a woman. It was also considerably better paid as appliance salesmen earned commission and the ladies selling brassieres did not. She fought her way into appliances and was soon meeting and topping the commissions earned by the men.
In the 1980s when my grandfather died after a long battle with Alzheimer’s Disease, she moved from the town in
When my husband met my grandmother for the first time, we were sitting in her living room with my mother and my aunt. My mother was chiding my grandmother for being too stubborn. My husband told me later that as he looked from me, to my mother, to my grandmother, he caught a glimpse of who I would be in the future and that it was both intimidating and really cool.
I love you, Grandma. Give Grandpa my love and do a little foxtrot in Heaven.
Willie E. Merry 1914-2009