Thank you all for your condolences about my grandmother. At her funeral, the minister mentioned that she had three children, eight grandchildren, 38 great-grandchildren, and three great-great grandchildren. Until he pointed it out, it hadn’t occurred to me how many of us trace our existence back to her.
She mostly raised those three children alone, by the way. My mom’s father worked on a railroad and was killed at age 36 when a boiler exploded. My grandmother remarried several years later, not long before I was born, so her second husband was always Grandpa to me.
A few us enjoyed a chuckle remembering how much Grandma loved ham. She’d eat ham and eggs, ham sandwiches, ham steaks, green beans with bits of ham, and probably ham with a side of ham salad at times. Years ago, when I was in my vegetarian phase, I speculated that she was conducting a one-woman experiment to see how long a person could survive on an all-ham diet.
Joke’s on me. She lived to be 94. I was happy to find that the little church she’d attended for 40 years served ham after her funeral — and green beans with bits of ham.
The funeral was yesterday and we drove back to Tennessee today, so I checked emails and comments this evening for the first time in two days. I have more than 300 emails sitting in my inbox. Those will have to wait until tomorrow.
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