Ponderings
on the day of March 17, 2011 by a granddaughter/great granddaughter.
Granny
R.
When
I first was aware of her, she lived on 8th Street in a small town in Tennessee with
her daughter and son-in-law.
She
was my paternal great grandmother.
She
carried an already slightly bent over, thin body frame. She had a scary place
on the left side of her face, the temple area. It was as if it was her skull
you were looking at, I believe it was, I believe it was a cancer.
She
walked with a cane. She kept her, then white, hair wound into a small bun at
the nap of her neck. She usually was dressed in a house dress of sorts, but
with a long thin flannel robe over sometimes.
As
you entered the front door of the house, there was to your right a closed off
bedroom. Granny sat in her arm chair
with a footstool in front of it, beside the window on the driveway side of the
house, on the right side of the living room. Her bedroom was in the next room
as you would go thru the house, you would walk thru her bedroom and on into the
dining area, then you could either turn left into the kitchen, or continue on
straight into her daughter & son in law's bedroom and the bathroom was off their bedroom
to the right.
