the_jersey_lilly_2000
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This one was mine.
This is me and my Grandaddy.
From the minute I arrived, my grandaddy always had his arms outstretched ready to hold me. He raised 7 girls of his own, and had a total of 38 grandkids. There'd been a long lapse in "girl grandkids" (10 years or so) when I came along. We were inseperable. When I was 3 we moved into a house next door on my Grandparents place. I'd have breakfast at home, and then disappear. Mom would phone over to Grandma and Grandaddy's to see if I'd shown up over there. "Yeap" he'd say, "She's sittin here with me, drinkin Postum"
Grandaddy loved sittin in the porch swing. So.....bein's I sat with him alot, I have a real fondness for porch swings too. We'd sit for hours, it seemed like, and he'd tell me stories. Most of which I probably don't remember now. But ever now and then, somethin I read or see in a movie, will ring a bell. The biggest thing was when I watched the movie "FAr and Away".....about the Oklahoma land rush. The scene where they fired the guns and the people all took off on horses, wagons, etc . I got cold chills....and called my mom. My grandaddy was born in Indian Territory Oklahoma in 1894. I asked her, "Mom.....did grandaddy or his parents do the Land Rush in Oklahoma?" She said, "Yes they did, and he loved tellin that story to folks" So I just know while sittin on the porch swing at some point and time, he told me that story. Was just a really weird feelin I had when I seen it, in that movie.
I was only 5 years old when Grandaddy passed away. I remember his funeral like it was yesterday, standin graveside, with all the flowers and such. Cryin. I remember bein the last one standin there when it was time to leave, and my mom and grandma comin over and each takin one of my hands and walkin me away from his grave. Ahhhhh, the things I'd love to ask him about now, and the stories I wish I could remember.
When I was 7 we moved from Monahans to Lubbock. I'd aways been close to my Grandma, but come summer, I told mama, I wanna go spend the summer with Grandma. I spend the entire summer there....from the day school was out, till time to go home with just enough time to buy school supplies a couple days before it started up again. I did that every summer from age 7 until my freshman year in highschool when we moved back to Monahans. These two people had such an influence on my life. From my yearnings to own cattle, to my quilt making. It all came from them.
A lil story bout my Grandaddy:
He was engaged to be married to another woman. (I have several letters she'd wrote him along with a few valentine cards(them old victorian ones). He met my Grandma in Texas, right before he was goin to California to buy a ranch there. (Death Valley, don't ask me why, I don't know LOL) But...this other woman lived in Oklahoma. They wrote letters back and forth. But he knew that he couldn't marry her. Instead of writing that in a letter, he rode his horse all the way from California to Oklahoma to tell her that he couldnt marry her, because he'd fell in love with my Grandma. I always thought, "What a gentleman" Most would have just written it in a letter and that woulda been the end of it" But not him, he made a point of tellin her in person. Boy am I glad he married my grandma. They Married November 19, 1919. He was 25 and she was a mere 15 years old.
This is me and my Grandaddy.
From the minute I arrived, my grandaddy always had his arms outstretched ready to hold me. He raised 7 girls of his own, and had a total of 38 grandkids. There'd been a long lapse in "girl grandkids" (10 years or so) when I came along. We were inseperable. When I was 3 we moved into a house next door on my Grandparents place. I'd have breakfast at home, and then disappear. Mom would phone over to Grandma and Grandaddy's to see if I'd shown up over there. "Yeap" he'd say, "She's sittin here with me, drinkin Postum"
Grandaddy loved sittin in the porch swing. So.....bein's I sat with him alot, I have a real fondness for porch swings too. We'd sit for hours, it seemed like, and he'd tell me stories. Most of which I probably don't remember now. But ever now and then, somethin I read or see in a movie, will ring a bell. The biggest thing was when I watched the movie "FAr and Away".....about the Oklahoma land rush. The scene where they fired the guns and the people all took off on horses, wagons, etc . I got cold chills....and called my mom. My grandaddy was born in Indian Territory Oklahoma in 1894. I asked her, "Mom.....did grandaddy or his parents do the Land Rush in Oklahoma?" She said, "Yes they did, and he loved tellin that story to folks" So I just know while sittin on the porch swing at some point and time, he told me that story. Was just a really weird feelin I had when I seen it, in that movie.
I was only 5 years old when Grandaddy passed away. I remember his funeral like it was yesterday, standin graveside, with all the flowers and such. Cryin. I remember bein the last one standin there when it was time to leave, and my mom and grandma comin over and each takin one of my hands and walkin me away from his grave. Ahhhhh, the things I'd love to ask him about now, and the stories I wish I could remember.
When I was 7 we moved from Monahans to Lubbock. I'd aways been close to my Grandma, but come summer, I told mama, I wanna go spend the summer with Grandma. I spend the entire summer there....from the day school was out, till time to go home with just enough time to buy school supplies a couple days before it started up again. I did that every summer from age 7 until my freshman year in highschool when we moved back to Monahans. These two people had such an influence on my life. From my yearnings to own cattle, to my quilt making. It all came from them.
A lil story bout my Grandaddy:
He was engaged to be married to another woman. (I have several letters she'd wrote him along with a few valentine cards(them old victorian ones). He met my Grandma in Texas, right before he was goin to California to buy a ranch there. (Death Valley, don't ask me why, I don't know LOL) But...this other woman lived in Oklahoma. They wrote letters back and forth. But he knew that he couldn't marry her. Instead of writing that in a letter, he rode his horse all the way from California to Oklahoma to tell her that he couldnt marry her, because he'd fell in love with my Grandma. I always thought, "What a gentleman" Most would have just written it in a letter and that woulda been the end of it" But not him, he made a point of tellin her in person. Boy am I glad he married my grandma. They Married November 19, 1919. He was 25 and she was a mere 15 years old.
