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My Mother's Mother...hidden journaling in file folder...
I was only 5 when Mammaw died. We were living with them at the time and I can remember waking to all the commotion in the house that night. Mammaw died at home. I remember there being a hospital bed in the house. My Mom's last memory of her is a sad one...sitting by her bed watching her suffer. She was with her when she died. I asked her what she would most like people to remember about her Mom, and she said that Mammaw was extremely devoted to her family. As young as I was when she died, I do still have a strong sense of being loved by her.
My Mom was her youngest child, (she had a baby boy-Billy-born after my Mom, who died soon after birth). Mammaw was older, tireder, and diabetic when Mom was growing up- so much of her care became the responsibility of her older sisters, as was common in such a large, hardworking family.
Mammaw bore 9 children. She lost another son (Herman) to Tuberculosis in his early twenties. Her own father died before she was born and after her Mother remarried, she was raised by her Grandparents. Perhaps this influenced her love of family & her devotion to her children & grandchildren.
My Mom frequently tells me that I have Mammaw's hands, and when I look at this picture of her I can see that. Even the way her arms are folded across her chest remind me of myself. Her smile turns down at the corners a bit, just like Mom's & mine, and can be mistaken for a frown-but in the twinkle of her eyes & softness in her cheeks I feel a strong sense of the same deep tender love that has been carried on by her daughters-My Mom and my Aunts, & has given us all such a strong sense of family bond.
Mammaw- I have always longed to have known you longer, better - more completely. You left us way too early.
Karen 2006


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