My blog is mostly stories about life challenges, adventures, and love. A few months ago my dad suggested I take it from another angle, from a story-sharing angle. He was speaking of my grandmother. In honor of her 95th birthday, I wanted to use today’s post to share a little about this woman’s adventures.
I wish I could tell them like she does, with the detail and the spark that she delivers such stories still at the youthful age of 95. This is a woman who fights through anything that has come her way. She’s lived through the depression, 17 different Presidents, one true love, four children, eleven grandchildren, and fourteen great-grandchildren.
My grandmother, whom I’m named after, tells stories of working outside of the white house for $2 a day after she finished school. She tells stories of my Pop Pop’s career climbing, of the exotic places they had the privilege of visiting, the lawn mower ride when her water broke and she went into labor with my dad, stories of the social events she wore each dress she has now passed down to her grandchildren, and the list just goes on. I can only hope that the stories are continually shared as they are what shape my family.
Happy birthday Grandma Ree, thank you for everything you’ve done, sacrificed, shared, and experienced. You are admired and loved by so many!