I would go to church on Sundays with my Granny and she taught Sunday School, I can remember the glares she used to give us kids if she caught us whispering in church. Later I joined the youth choir, I think much more to please her and then I found out I liked to sing after all. My sister had made a few friends with the pastor’s daughter and had branched out on her own. I made friends through an Acteens group, the youth choir, and then I joined a 4-H group down the road. I later got a pony from my Grandpa. She was wild and never even halter broken, I trained her for the bridle and saddle myself. I rode that pony everywhere until I got too big for her and had to get a bigger horse. I had a white face Hereford heifer I raised on a bottle and sold her. I bought a saddle mare that was gaited with the heifer money. I had her a long time.
If anything I want to remember about my Granny, I knew she was there for me when I had a bad motorcycle wreck with my brother back in 1975 when I was 16 and I was almost killed. I knew how much she loved me then when she fed me scrambled eggs through a sewed up mouth and sat up many nights with me in my hospital bedroom. So I’ll say “Thank you Granny, I love you too for all you did for me”
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